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classic j/o

http://www.amazon.com/J-O-Joe-Oppedisano/dp/3867874298

 http://www.amazon.com/J-O-Joe-Oppedisano/dp/3867874298

 there's always time to j/o.

everyone wants everything

Depeche Mode - Everything Counts 

everyone wants everything,

their way,

all the time,
immediately,
and wonder why they didn't have it 
yesterday.
they expect it 
and in fact,
demand it
to be exactly
everything they want,
and then some.
they don't ask if you need a hand,
they don't feel obliged to lift a finger,

they don't care if your not feeling 100%,
they don't offer compensation,
yet they will rip your head off
just because.

they love to get.
anything, everything.

they want to feel special.
they believe they deserve it
because they do.

they don't understand why you don't understand.

what i don't understand is why you don't understand that i want, need and expect it all too...but i want it the way i want it, so...what are you gonna do about it? how you gonna fix it, make it better, make it perfect, and deliver it on time to me by yesterday?
huh?

i'm waiting...

all that glitters-the E! True Hollywood Story

Nicki Minaj - Save Me

From the outside looking in,            

all that glittered appeared to be fascinating and intriguing,

something that one would naturally aspire to have,

yet with no clue at all how it was ever successfully achieved in the first place.

second glance showed natural flaws and minor ticks in character,

third opened up a little more insight, yet still fascinated and entertained,

but then by the fourth glance, the glitter started to fade

and the sparkle showed wear, even tear.

by the fifth time, what was originally mistaken for glamor was really not at all glamorous,

and in fact was starting to show signs of rust and decay,

and what the exterior gloss could no longer distract from,

now showed clear signs that something was missing...even wrong.

something that was once, not to long ago, there,

was probably pretty fabulous,

but had seen better days.

it was as if it had gotten lost somewhere along the way,

and was having a hard time finding it's way back.

sixth time it was becoming very clear that what was lost was lost it in a very dark place,

a place that showed no signs of light in the near future.

by the seventh time glancing, it was obvious that the glance had turned more into a stare

and the stare was made with eyes that had to now squint to hide the fear 

of what exactly was happening right in front of them.

the glossy Vogue cover that had at first been so swooned over

was now sadly nothing more than some black and white newsprint handout

that had been ripped, smudged and thrown away.

abandoned.

that was exactly the moment when i started to change the way i saw everything around me in the world,

and started to realize that what glitters isn't always gold.

sometimes it's tarnished,

sometimes even,

it's nothing more than junk jewelry.

but there had to be another way to look at it...

nothing that once shined so bright and caused such pleasure should be discarded so quickly without even trying to polish it up, 

even if for one last try.

maybe that junk jewelry, if cared for just a little bit more,

handled more delicately and with a lot more love and respect,

could still be something that gave joy to the world,

and make people smile.

one persons trash is always another man's treasure.

and this treasure,

i now see,

still has glimpses of a sparkle

that could maybe even blind everyone with it's magnificent 

flash and sparkle...

and it could, quite possibly, even restore my lost faith 
in everything i once i hoped was real.

dedicated to the pony 

that helped carry me away from a very dark place,

 just by caring enough to try.

PONY RIDE

If everyone you think you know

is actually everything they want you 

to believe they are,

is it really such a stretch to believe that

everything they really are

is nothing like the thing they created and tried to sell off as real

in the first place.

So, is it too much to ask that they ever 

come close to resemble

the things they describe 

and tried to pass off as

anything even remotely similar to,

in the same genre as,

in the general direction,

or ballpark of

what they don't want you to know 

to be the truth?

In the long run, 

that very thing they are trying to become

is actually the extreme opposite of

the very thing they sought out to hide in the first place...

so how, what, and why would we ever move beyond or forward 

to trust what they will say

ever again?

or is it just something we must chalk up to a grand illusion of sorts 

that was nothing more than one's own inability to be satisfied 

with what the gods had thought they were being so generous to bestow.

but then that leaves us to all have to wonder

if in fact any of us are ever truly grateful,

or are we just maybe a little embarrassed for the gifts

confused at why we were chosen,

and so the natural reaction would be shame,

for it's not even a possibility we were ever really worthy...

But the worthy ones always know, deep down, 

that they in fact are deserving of such a rich reward as to actually live the fantasy 

the others create,

but they will probably never get the actual chance to enjoy the benefits

because they won't ever feel the need to complete the tasks 

that these gifts eventually always demand.

         So you have to really ask yourself,

can i even handle the truth???


who is he that some see as something other than what he seems? is it really, could it be, that the real one's better than the fantasy...tonight i found out and i was shocked indeed, to find that i had fallen victim to his loving scheme.

       https://www.facebook.com/PONYTIM

 

MANkUNT 101

Positive K - I Got A Man 

So many men,

so long a time to get them to agree to actually

 hook the fuck up...

manhunt has destroyed the institution formerly called cruising, or even picking up, fuck, it's even just ruined fucking...

 wasted hour upon hour when i could have been getting a hair weave, or better yet, looking for a job, but my cock had to have its way, and so, hey, i sat there, mindlessly, thinking, "maybe thiS guys serious..."

only to be, again, sadly disappointed, and blue balled to boot.

nothing new, as i've learned the hard way living in nyc for almost 30 years,

what you want ya can't have, what ya can have easily, ya never really want, but ya do it, just cuz...well, why the fuck not.

but enuf is enuf of this severely foolish stuff, and it's time to move on, stroke a load out and be gone...

no more cam4 or manhunt or skype or whatever, it's time to realize that the computer game of "what u into" becomes ever so twisted when they wanna know where ur from, what ur favorite food is, and what your mothers maiden name is....

beotch, why do that make any kinda difference, all i wanna do is stuff my dick in ur shitter...

get it?

but the ones that should never do, and so, the pain of it all is dumped onto you, and me, and anyone who's really horny. 

ok, so, like, as if i aint bustin on faggots enough on that damn fuckin site...

just now i get an email, finally i think again, "maybe this guy is serious" well, i open the profile 1st and the guy is of course tertiary looking on the scale from one to a zillion, but then i opened up the email, and beotch gots the balls to ask me if i want to hook up when he's in nyc this august.

BEOTCH! WTF!?

   is ya stupid? is ya a retard? is ya just really so trusting and anticipating that trip to nyc that your looking to find men almost an entire year before your here..so, thats that...i'm done for the day, im gonna stroke out my 4 day nut and get the fuck to bed.

UGH... 

here's some pix of some other guys i've never slept with...

lol

 

- Appreciate me, cause i'm not impressed...

Amuka - Appreciate me (Peter Rauhofer mix)

i really hate to have to be the one that actually has to say

that sometimes, what comes out your mouth

 to most just sounds insane,

but someone with the proper knowledge knows more bout your display

and recognizes that it's just become a bit cliche... 

so don't feel that you have to try and impress me with such lies

all it really does to me is make me roll my eyes.

to think there was a time

not even very long ago

when i thought you were the best

that lasted not even a week,

and now i'm not impressed.

(Theatre Of Delays Remix)

      Adele - Skyfall (Theatre Of Delays Remix)


      that was the end.
i counted forwards, backwards 
from one to ten,
repeated twice 

and then again,

now i never will resolve the trend

of where exactly did it start or end.

maybe tomorrow we can start again

and then

have the strength and not pretend

that the vicious cycle

can start 

again

unresolved, it will then

becomes the beginning to the end...

there's something to be said, my friend

for someone smart enough to comprehend

the necessity to make amends

and never ever to depend

on things which now we understand

to be the things that caused the end...

let the sky fall

let it crumble

hear it tremble

breaking soundwaves

from every peaked and strung out decibel.

        it's time we can let it go and tell

             of just how far we let it bend

but stopped before what it would intend

to be then most bitter start up of the end

           but had the power to make it end,

and somehow save the things we tend

to take for granted in

 the end...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwolenVLZh4