Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation*. She slurs "how much more bullshit you got left? 'cause you been feeding me this crap about 'free speech' and 'thought-police' like I'm supposed to sit and swoon". It takes three more rounds till the subject changes and in that time she lays it down: "Fuck Larry Flynt and any campaign to silence women standing up and fighting back. And I fuck to cum, so don't lay your 'repressed' shit on me. I fuck to cum. Fuck your blessed Trinity. I'm so sick of needle-dicks and (selective) first-amendments. I can out-think, out-drink, out-fuck-you-all so fuck your bullshit 'femi-nazi' crap, no needle-dick's gonna silence me. I fuck to cum.".
"i've got my hands up her dress and it means nothing.. It's not about love, it's not even about sex.. This time it feels like I've got control.. At this time tomorrow I'll be able to look back and call her a slut..
The best thing I ever saw on tv. Was that s.q. (securite quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth.. Condolence, mme. canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig..
I want you to want me. . I want you to want me.. I need you to need me.. I'm begging you to beg me.. And I want you now.. Yeah, I want you to want me..
Nothing I can say will change your little mind. it's your clique and right or wrong you won't be left behind, but you're weak. equality's your trip when all your friends agree, but freedom's jus.
"knowledge dispels fear!" yeah, I hear you loud and clear, just take note of where it's from. a reliable source? or educated by force in this hidden curriculum? obey all day and back f.
You speak of rastafari, but how can you justify belief. In a God that's left you behind?. You've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class.
Your hair pinned up in circles. Worn like a widow to second the motion of second nature. Like two rafts knotted and ju-knotted. And still where sound is lost and found.
You speak of rastafari, but how can you justify belief in a God that's left you behind? you've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class and your faith merely keeps you in line. an.
When fred and barney rubble (please kill me) indoctrinate me in my own home and try to tell me that mr. slate's got it rough on his corporate throne, "yeah, mr. slate, boys, has bigger prob.
There will be ice cream for naked boys swimming in kettles, diving in. Tornado country beat Allen lumber into mud ponds, sinking in. My ears are ringing, I keep hearing summer setting.
Your hips are swaying and your eyes are saying that you need two gamblers for this game you're playing, and I might want you, but I don't need you and you won't sleep in my bed anymore. it seeme.
Wake up April, it'll be summer soon. And you'll be sipping your morning coffee in the afternoon. Walking slowly because there's nowhere to go. But your heart keeps beating so, so, so.