Madonna Vs Calvin Harris - Like A Virgin 2012 (Dj FmSteff Mash-Up Radio ...
i'd been had!
i was sad and blue,
but you made me feel,
shinny and new...
gonna give u all my love boy,
me fear is fading fast,
strap on a dildo
and fuck your ass!
i have everything i needed to get done today
in record time i might add.
amazing what a good nights sleep can do for you.
i feel like a virgin,
clean, fresh, untouched by molesting hands
that want nothing more than to bring me down.
i made it through the wilderness.
somehow i made it through,
2 weeks of hell and solitude.
so now i know
what i don't want,
lesson learned,
i get it,
what?
you think i'd do the same thing over?
you're wrong,
get lost,
move on.
next!
over!
you're about to see
an amazing feat
on larger scales
than can be believed.
no smoke and mirrors
no tricks or schemes
it's now or never,
and it's extreme.
another place
another time,
i see what's coming,
i'm gonna make it mine.
Whitney Houston feat. Michael Jackson - For The Lovers
it's been a long, crazy week,
all i want is a little time...
to kick back, unaware of just how unkind
every second of every day
takes control and turns away
another page
of your life's decay.
and one day you wonder
where did it go?
wheres the boy i used to know
but he is gone,
away to far
from where you thought
he'd be, a star.
his star burned quick,
his star burned bright,
his eye created
visions of unimaginable delight.
and now he looks ahead, not back,
upward and onward
is the new plan of attack.
to be what he once thought he'd be,
what he knows is truely
his destiny.
i love scouring the internet for the most inappropriate imagery imaginable...
and it's out there.
my favorite, to date, is this insane piece of homo-erotica
insanity or hypermasculinity?
that is the question...
Dimitri From Paris - A Very Stylish Girl (Pull From NYC Mix)
how do i look?
i WAS a very stylish girl,
at one point, i was sent garment bags every season from designers like Michael Kors, Dolce & Gabbana, John Bartlett, bla bla bla....
thats another lifetime ago...
now a days, i find my style in other less impressive places. my taste for vintage and my knowledge of style, and my love of deconstructionism, make it hard for people to tell if what i'm wearing is actually expensive, designer fabulosity, or just some rag i literally picked up off the street. most times, it's both.
David Dalrymple is always my source of outrageously shredded to perfection ensembles, and he always is one who can throw something together, step back, and go in for the kill with a pair of shears in one hand, rolls of fabric or something glittery in the other, cigarette in his mouth.
it's the ONLY way to work.
he is a very stylish girl.
this weekend, i kick off the J/O world tour and am headed up to Montreal for a very stylish, very fabulous, very "who's who" pre-Black & Blue event in gorgeous Montreal. i am bringing 5 models onstage while the masses of muscle descend and dance, decadently, on the dancefloor. it's an event i'm psyched fr, as i'm working with the ONLY House of Luxury/Fetish/Kink in Montreal, the legendary Fetiche Armada and the Kinky Boys, who i know will bring their uncut monster cocks stuffed into fashions that make your mouth water (not the cocks, the fashion, silly!)
so, if you haven't marked anything in your calendars for this weekend, now's the time to get out of Pittsburgh and explore other worlds, where the men aren't cheap, as they all charge by the minute....
here's how the kids in NYC brought it for a similar event for the Black Party 2 years ago.
WERQ!
what's on my mind, hmmm... today is the last day of the old me. tomorrow is another day, and so, f*@# it. i learned, i get it. i'm done playing games. mama's back!
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
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...
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.
♡ PART 4: "PRIMADONNA" ♡ | MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS [Official Music Video]
would you do anything for me?
i've been trying to understand,
can you please help me?
why is it really such a mystery
that everyone feels they can never be
compared to me even remotely
it only makes me feel more lonely.
cause bowing down on their knees to me,
feels like they're compelled to be so sadly
always somewhere miles far from me...
it's really not a necessity.
but i do appreciate it,
really i do, greatly.
as the steam from the hot asphalt pavement lifts
it takes with it all the oppression that for so long had kept it deep down,
in the underground,
causing everything around it to not feel allowed
to breath, relieve, or take refuge from the heat.
making everyone on this earth start to believe
that who in Gods name could ever conceive
what they had done to deserve such torture with no reprise...
had they really died and gone to hell?
or was this just some wicked spell?
and when the cool rain drenched every single thing
that now was brown, but long ago was green,
every leaf let out a sigh of relief
for destruction was not today their destiny.
every child smiled and it became again in style
to enjoy and laugh and forget the past
that was gone, finally, at last.
I Was Here (United Nations World Humanitarian Day Perform...
as i walked through the sun today,
my eyes wandered aimlessly, noticing little things i had not forgotten about for so many years.
little tiny things.
unimportant things, or so it seemed.
i want to say i lived each day till i died,
but i am also aware that maybe i lived in a way, a place, a moment that
made me not be the person i always hope that i can be.
maybe my views were distorted,
my memory askew, my mind distracted.
there are things that happen in everyday life that
as horrible as they seem to us at any given moment,
are really, nothing in the entire scheme of things.
the trials and tribulations that wear us down day to day
bring us down a few steps,
destroy our hope in humainty,
and make us assume the worst in everything, everyone.
can it be happening to me THIS way? at THIS time?
can you really make me drop down one more peg to almost zero.
is this what less than zero is like?
or is this just what my time in hell, for eternity is going to be like?
why me??
but today, walking my babyboy,
the sun on my shoulders,
the wind in what was once my hair,
the blood which once ran cold,
now bubbled, percolated, revived the dead dreams of what once was,
invigorating my spirits,
pushing my expectations,
opening doors and windows,
exposing me to the things in my world i had lost, or taken for granted...
everywhere around me, people were smiling, laughing, water skiing, taking photographs, riding bikes,
ENJOYING the simple little things that seem so trivial and ordinary,
but these are also the things that,
without them,
we become nothing more than machines of our own self distruction and pain.
why do we hate the very things that, for centuries and generations,
have brought the world a simplistic smile?
why does everything have to be so hard?
the answer is...
it doesn't.
you said that you felt "sorry for me"
really?
ya mean it?
i mean,
usually if someone felt sorry for another for an unfortunate series of hideous life changing events...
they would reach out their hand,
offer support,
and a cup of coffee,
and then, after talking, calmly,
would there maybe be some resolution and calmness.
it's not like you have anything to feel sorry about me for.
i'm my own man.
i live as i want.
do hat i want, when i want, with whom i want.
i'm not afraid,
i don't scare easily,
and i'm not ashamed.
if i was...
i would be ashamed of the fact that i even let you into my life
and showed you emotion of what humanity is really like.
but i aint even ashamed of that.
cause i
did
it
my
way.
