The "more worthless than normal" update (with humor)
Had first day of work today (Interview was yesterday, they're desperate apparently). Was good, learned and experienced lots for a first day being trained. Put in a good 8-9 hours cause I'm hardcore like that. Played DDR with a friend, and everytime I was on the verge of AAAing something, my legs just didn't wanna work anymore. No, I still haven't AA'd Paranoia -Respect- and I wanna punch my self in the face. Came home on the Light Rail/Bus while writing poetry that humored me.
While walking from the bus stop home, saw a really good buddy of mine, like my true brother from another mother. We walked and talked for a long while, contemplating people's personalities and actions to shunning others, and video games and the genius, or lack thereof, behind them.
Came home with friend, played Wii, am tired. With that, I leave you with a poem to live by (not really):
Like a waterfall in slow motion, moving with grandiose grace
My cum is running beautifully down the side of my girl's face
It started out a normal and lovely morning day
Watching the sun rise and keeping my tears at bay
It was fucking beautiful, but not fucking satisfying
I turned to my girl and said, "Baby, let's start multiplying!"
Right on the Jungle Gym, our humanity was discarded
Then her sexually-craving but gentle hands soon departed
Her arms wrapped around my neck as we implored into a kiss
Our tongues intertwined like a twisting vine with a gist of eternal bliss.
And while she was ready for my dick to make her lust's satisfaction
I teased her more by putting my tongue into action.
And when her sweet juices drained out like squeezing an orange
Fuck! Not a goddamn real word rhymes with orange.
No matter the words, I saved the best pleasure for last.
My banana without pajamas into her rain forest without grass.
Her moans and squeals of enjoyment, her lips begging for more.
When she gets on top of me, it is I who feels like a whore.
There is no greater pleasure than doing it dirtily with the one you love
She's like an angel riding me from heaven, and I raise my hands for the tits above
And when she begins to tighten and tense up and says "I'm cumming!"
She becomes wetter than a busted water pipe; someone needs to fix her plumbing.
Turned on by her moans, I can see the finish, the end!
If you wanna know what happens, begin this poem again.
While walking from the bus stop home, saw a really good buddy of mine, like my true brother from another mother. We walked and talked for a long while, contemplating people's personalities and actions to shunning others, and video games and the genius, or lack thereof, behind them.
Came home with friend, played Wii, am tired. With that, I leave you with a poem to live by (not really):
Like a waterfall in slow motion, moving with grandiose grace
My cum is running beautifully down the side of my girl's face
It started out a normal and lovely morning day
Watching the sun rise and keeping my tears at bay
It was fucking beautiful, but not fucking satisfying
I turned to my girl and said, "Baby, let's start multiplying!"
Right on the Jungle Gym, our humanity was discarded
Then her sexually-craving but gentle hands soon departed
Her arms wrapped around my neck as we implored into a kiss
Our tongues intertwined like a twisting vine with a gist of eternal bliss.
And while she was ready for my dick to make her lust's satisfaction
I teased her more by putting my tongue into action.
And when her sweet juices drained out like squeezing an orange
Fuck! Not a goddamn real word rhymes with orange.
No matter the words, I saved the best pleasure for last.
My banana without pajamas into her rain forest without grass.
Her moans and squeals of enjoyment, her lips begging for more.
When she gets on top of me, it is I who feels like a whore.
There is no greater pleasure than doing it dirtily with the one you love
She's like an angel riding me from heaven, and I raise my hands for the tits above
And when she begins to tighten and tense up and says "I'm cumming!"
She becomes wetter than a busted water pipe; someone needs to fix her plumbing.
Turned on by her moans, I can see the finish, the end!
If you wanna know what happens, begin this poem again.