i'm starting to think that the consequence of bragging actually breeds an unconsciously invested in message of: don't make the same mistakes i made, which i now brag about; my, couldn't ask for a finer aversion of said deeds bragged about... perhaps if bragging was salted with nostalgic spices of: if i could only rekindle the said event... the subversion of bragged about, nonetheless regretted events.
the ultimate faux pas is the zenith of
lost etiquette -
tact -
bragging -
translated back into gluttony -
so, why should i feel shame in
writing poetry in writing out the most
mundane, when people start off
their hello with bragging shackles of
turning a hard-on of ambition
into a wet-cunt of envy?
n'ah, joking...
**** me and the need to take a ****
i started to imagine it as:
as much pleasure comes from taking
a **** in a dark alley in winter
as it does being given a...
hmm...
why name it? the antonym is all too
obvious;
lody: ice cream.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
i'm starting to think that the consequence of bragging actually breeds an unconsciously invested in message of: don't make the same mistakes i made, which i now brag about; my, couldn't ask for a finer aversion of said deeds bragged about... perhaps if bragging was salted with nostalgic spices of: if i could only rekindle the said event... the subversion of bragged about, nonetheless regretted events.
the ultimate faux pas is the zenith of
lost etiquette -
tact -
bragging -
translated back into gluttony -
so, why should i feel shame in
writing poetry in writing out the most
mundane, when people start off
their hello with bragging shackles of
turning a hard-on of ambition
into a wet-cunt of envy?
n'ah, joking...
**** me and the need to take a ****
i started to imagine it as:
as much pleasure comes from taking
a **** in a dark alley in winter
as it does being given a...
hmm...
why name it? the antonym is all too
obvious;
lody: ice cream.