cdlix. be warned

don’t think for one fucking instant that i don’t have a heart.

cdxii. gone though hell

i think those love-sodden days have swept past me, the gate short-ended and barred. my face is a road map for aging fucks, a compass pointing south.

ccclxix. search engines rock

when people visit your site via “i want to learn how to fuck” string, wouldn’t that scare you? no? not even a wee bit?

cccxxxiii. wanna fuck?

yes. i am saying no.

ccci. happiness is a simple song

misery is a fucking symphony.

ccliv. he antedated the last 5 entries

because his fucking laptop sucked and gave him testicle cancer. he threw it away yesterday.

ccxxxviii. dead sexy

all i have to do is kill you, then wait and watch your beauty slowly decay into something so unfuckable.

lxxxvi. the great orion nebula

you deserve the fucking stars and i’m just a fucking satellite.

lxi. aria

your voice is like a fucking orgasm. but the words that spill out of your mouth aren’t the ones i wish to hear. but i will take them anyway.

xxxii. just pause

if i could have anything, i’d like to have the ability to fuck with time. pause, sleep late, resume, be just a little early, or speed through the day to spend forever in a breath, a kiss, or a blank stare. then pause again.