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This is the place. Here they will harvest your soul. They take it from you. Wash it. Then return it. The boot will hit you on the way out. So take one giant step and never look back. I can’t escape it. These people blessed and ordained in the culture of pop. Where is your substance? Take me to it so the excess can trickle down my throat and insomnia can form. To be you dressed in the heels of ass jiggle satisfaction. No substance, no dream. No complex simple times. The escape has come, in the fo… Continue

‘Hey you sing well. Like real good.’
‘Thanks. Want to have sex?’
‘Not just yet I really like your voice. It is sweet but sexy.’
‘You smell good.’
‘Here smell this’.
‘What is it?’
‘It is the top of my after shave. Hey waiter two scotches. Do you like them? I know they like you.’
‘Who likes me? Oh the scotches, your funny and cute, want to have sex?’
‘Not just yet, I want my drink. So tell me are you free?’
‘Free from what?’
‘Free?’
‘Free?’
‘Yes free?’
‘Who is now a days? I’m free for sex. Do you… Continue

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Nothing sounds heard screamed from the top of lungs. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. The sexual cry. ‘Hey you can’t do that in here get out.’ Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Never, we never sleep. Take two of these make sure it never happens. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Wow cat-woman. Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb. It is a man in latex, no cat-woman, man i… Continue

There is a bottle of scotch. There is a hand gun. There is a bottle of scotch and a hand gun. In a room there is a bottle of scotch and a hand gun. In a dark room there is a bottle of scotch and a hand gun. A man sits in a dark room with a bottle of scotch and a hand gun.
He sits alive.
He sits alive in this room. The gun is in his left hand. The scotch is in his right. Black Douglas named after the warrior scot. The man killed men. Many men the man killed. Black Douglas was a warrior. He drinks… Continue

As always it started in the crystal clear view of the night time. When left alone these children run the streets, tooth picks hanging from the corner of their mouths. These are the young men of the future generations. Their hair parted to the demands of fashion. The essence of cool it flows gently down the side walk and people give them the second glance. This is there hang out the place where the night begins. The plans are put to place and the beer is drunk. It feels the immortal youth with th… Continue