RANDOM FACTS. I find it really hot when a guy who doesn't curse often suddenly curses. I don't know why- especially if it's in a sexual situation, of course. and also if he laughs while hes doin thangs. like if I moan and he laughs like "HAH bitch that's nothing." not literally like that though- just kind of a quiet "so silly, this little lady getting so turned on when I've barely just started." OMG.
JUST A COUPLE SEX TIPS FOR SAD AND LONELY DEVIANTART MALES. DISCLAIMER: DOES NOT APPLY TO ALL WOMEN.
The beating of my heart is a reminder
that every moment-
as long as this blood thrives in my viens,
as long as this curiosity gleams in my eyes,
and as long as I shake with the exhileration
of going insane from "too much" thinking-
should be taken advantage of
to learn something
or to feel something.
My heartbeat is asking me why it is that thinking more
actually makes school harder,
But as soon as I answer
Because the people who write the questions
haven't fully thought through the answers,
it asks me why I'm learning about triangles
instead of Nietsche and Kierkegaard;
why I'm learning everything I was made to forget
wast
Anxious tortured screaming little heads that are led out and in of various label selling stores.
Ghosts and shells of people leading these tiny little infants to their imaginary death. To their imaginary doom and imminent castration.
Cyborgs prance around me with chords twisting in and out of vital black and red organs.
Chords and rubber copper church in their minds. With money signs in their eyes.
Or targets for pupils
. Waiting to strike on the next sorry piece of shit they get to fuck in the ass.
Cheap smell of heavy breathing sighs as they search of that one answer that will get them satisfaction. Get them laid for the one monumen
The thing in the woods.
He watches us play.
He'll be there tomorrow.
As he was today.
And the things that we do.
Are the things he will learn.
Through his envious eyes.
He watches us burn.
Black turn to gold.
Gold turn to grey
Yesterday was the day
I fled
Stole some bread.
The coin from the tray
The old man in bed.
When does life regret death
It lets it in with a welcoming hand.
But when do these roles switch?
My children they don't.
And if shall go in the evening.
Put on your coat.
-Your friend in the night.
Love, The Reaper with the Scythe.