weekend blowout

it's not over till the fat lady sings,
or i shoot my load anyway...
i'm not  a pump n dump kinda guy,
since it takes me forever to bust a nut,
but tonight, out of te blue,
i was on skype strokin with a pervert buddy of mine...
and boom,
like, from outta nowhere,
i just explode a nice big load of cum..
right onto the motel room rug.
love it.
i love never having to clean up after fucking at a motel.
isn't it just expected that when you are sleeping in a room
where there's huge windows that face a pool,
and people keep their doors open, just askew...
isn't it ok to just say fuck it n bust ur nut on the fuckin floor?
damn, i'd take a crap on the bed before i left but
i kinda like this place,
and can assume i'll probably cum back.
ah,
i can smell old dried up cum in the carpet intermingling with mine...
creating some super strength staph infection ready to explode on jay's body.
yuck.
ok, i'm done.
lol

happy ever after

Whistle Flo Rida ft. Rihanna, Wiz Khalifa, Maroon 5, & Too $hort - NEW 2...

  


if happy ever after did exist
then why'd it have to all go down like this?
we live we love we push we shove
we try and yet it's never enough.
if we could go back and rewind
all the times we were unkind,
stop fighting,
just look me in the face,
then our past we could,
somehow erase.
do you think that there, maybe could be
alternative endings to our story?
i'll never stop believe in fairytales
how love and kindness
always prevail.
can we try
just one more time?
a love like mine, you'll never find.
so stop, let go, relax your mind,
cause now's not really the time
i need you, now,
please accept my hand
i truly hope you understand
just where i've been and
what i've seen.
i need to wake up from this dream...

Slave To Love

Bryan Ferry - Slave To Love [Special 12" Mix]

theres no escape...
the strong get rich,
the rich get poor,
and every step of the way, up or down,
we all experience happiness if we are fortunate,
troubled times if we are not cautious,
smiles and help from friends,
if we have had any luck finding them,
if they were ever even there...
slaves to love,
we are all a slave to somethng,
love, power, drugs...
it's a vicious cycle,
harder than crack or heroin to get away from,,
because theres always the chance...
that chance,
maybe?
today?
him?
we never know, we never rest,
we can't escape,
because even when it's found,
true love
can still be wrecked at any minute.
or maybe, just maybe,
that wasnt really the love i was waiting for all this time.
so we are never safe,
always sorry,
and then, back to square one
or so it seems,
we're too young to reason,
to grown up to dream...


 i once thought i had the most incredible group of friends a man could ask for.
it wasn't such a long time ago either...
now, after the smoke from the fire has cleared, and i can see straight,
as i look around, i notice i have a lot less of them around me.
they who are gone,
said iwas too hard to live with, deal with,
and so, they stopped believing that there was in me,
the slave to love.
the love of my work,
my philosophy of life and art,
my wisdom of having been there, too many times, and still,somehow, alive.
i will always make it through
so don't you worry about me,
because i am always fine.