This morning I woke up kind of lonely...The sofa where I'm taking residence, for
some reason and for the first time ever since I claimed it as mine truly, felt a little
empty.
"Sure I could squeeze some anorexic girl in here," I thought, "A little love could never
hurt a true prince"
And so many things went through my old gulliver, O brothers. So many wild and
crazy thoughts-- an old rendezvous at an abandoned park in Harlem (Yes, she was
black and forever pure) , a skinny-dipping with a gypsy girl at South Beach ( that
went badly...it was jellyfish season), a full make-out session with a pink-colored-wig
hipster in the L train in Brooklyn, a one-night stand with a Russian chick named Ana
Potrosky from the West Village whose two Siamese' cats kept licking my big toe
during the ol' in&out. But nothing. The seamless void was still there drilling a hole
too big for safe keeping.But something had to be done. I man can't go on living that
kind of life. Life is too short and criminal to be wasting every precious minute in
melancholy.
Oh no. None of that.
And it came to me like music...
O, It was just like music,alright...with six strings attached to it. So sexy.
Say hello to my new addiction, passion,locura. Her name is Fea. Isn't she cute?
I can only play her like her worse costumer...but we’re still getting to know each
other. With a little patience I might be playing her as well as god John Buttler play his
baby.
I’m telling you brothers, the only hope in man lies in women.
Now, it’s up to you how big of a player can you be .