fuckaddict

there is a taste in my mouth that i cant seem to shake. i think about us and lie here awake. whatever happened to forever. or is that just something sickeningly clever. to lead me along like a cow to the slaughter. to take from me my only daughter. who the FUCK did you suck for the luck to take my truck? FUCK!

there she is again. meg. three letters i cant seem to forget.her curled chestnut hair gives an air of slow crashing waves on the beach where the ripples move on the warm inviting sand.  invite me in. please. to those pleasing eyes the deep pearl of concrete. giving away the strength within. but at the same time blocking my love from entering her soul. eyes. windows to the soul. i long to touch her face to feel the softness of the outside. while inside, her mind races forming words in her throat but losing them as careless nothings. such a soft voice. a voice that rivals the delicay of a lotus flower in a spring rain. i feel an electricity in

there comes a point in every persons life where they must formulate a hypothesis on their own existence, whether it be through inner thought or the use of illicit drugs i.e.(hallucinogens) when such a point is reached a person will become violently self aware and try to grasp on to ideas that are way beyond their cognitive capacity and even beyond the capabilities of some well versed scholars. i personally prefer to refer to this as a reset of the mind. when people go about their daily lives they are often so caught up in stress and problems they dont stop to think about what they and their body are doing at this moment. every day millions of