Meanie

Have you ever been an asshole?

I have

You know, making folks feel bad

And not caring or giving two you-know-what’s

While you’re doing it

I don’t think I’ve ever done it on purpose

But I have done it

I made some people question their choices

Caused others to think they’ve done something horrible to me

Made the rest wonder why they even chose to say hello in the first place

But again, it isn’t on purpose

I try to be nice

Well, nicer

Lately

But with a certain sense of confidence now

You see, some time ago

I used to want everyone to like me

Men, Women, Children, newborns, fetuses

I mean EVERY one

I sought after their approval

Wanted to make them smile

Brighten up their day

But I realized

I couldn’t do it

Not all the time anyway

I couldn’t meet everyone’s approval

I don’t think I’m meant to

Once I realized this

I stopped worrying

I quit agonizing

I ceased the over-thinking

And I just lived

My

Life

The way I wanted to

The way that made me feel at least half how I was supposed to

Be living it

I please some people

I don’t please others

The rest may be plotting my death as I write this

But hey, that’s life right?

That

Is

Life

Nowadays, the only people who I seek approval from

Are the ones that matter the most to me

I still don’t always make them happy either

As a matter of a fact

I can make their feelings Cringe sometimes

With only my words

And

Not

Even

Realize

It

The difference between hurting these people and hurting others

Nowadays

I actually feel bad

Like really, really bad

Horrible

So as I grow, mature

And try to be brave enough to not hold onto the handrails during this

Rollercoaster ride that we call life

I will try to own up to my mistakes

If I have hurt you, ever

And you matter to me (these people know who they are)

I say this

To you

I’m Sorry

Suicidal Thoughts

I hate it

I hate every ounce of it

Yeah, everyone has their problems

But my life, it ain’t worth shit

I ask for one thing

True and pure happiness

But instead it feels like  that guy

In the movie: The Pursuit of Happyness

Already constantly feeling like crap

All I get is more misery

Every time my phone rings

Seems like bad stuff is happening deliberately

But I have a solution

A real quick fix to make it all stop

A knife across the throat

Or perhaps a gun to my temple, one quick pop

I don’t care anymore

I’m sure I’ll go straight to hell

For taking God’s greatest gift

And throwing it down that dark well

There are other ways you know

Like bottles of pills or trying to take flight

That last one seems very fitting

Since I’ve always been afraid of heights

I only hear from folks when they need something

They won’t miss my boring personality

It’ll be like nothing ever happened

Same old, just another statistic actually

Not a great swimmer

So maybe a drowning will get the job done

It’ll look like an accident

So my insurance money will still go to my son

All I ever wanted was one thing

And I’ve finally seemed to have found it

But I can’t have it everyday

So I think my life I will decisively quit

Those of you judging me

Claiming that I’m looking at an half empty cup

Have no idea what I’ve been through

So respectfully, you all can shut the Fuck up

Feeling helpless, feeling out of sorts

Thinking I should give this death thing a whirl

Can’t fix everyone’s problems

I really want to but I can’t save the entire world

So much on my shoulders

I’m so tired of carrying this burden alone

Feeling like even God doesn’t care

Wondering if He will ever answer the phone

There’s no relief in sight

People keep doing the opposite

They don’t listen to me, don’t get me

Being my friend should come with a prerequisite

Whatever any of you are saying

I could really care less

You’ll talk about me the most

After this bullet enters my chest

So I’m done talking, It’s time to sleep

But I promise you I won’t wake with the next dawn

I’m already constantly in the shadows

So you definitely won’t miss when I’m gone..

"Thash" Decision

So I think I’ve managed to hit a cross roads. Not just any form of cross roads but the type of cross roads you encounter when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.  That special kind of epiphany which causes you to possibly rethink even your most well put together and carefully crafted thoughts.  Now I hit this crossroads about a month a half ago when I was visited by a friend.  A friend that I have had a crush on for quite some time.  Just over 3 years to be exact.  Yes, many people feel that after one manages to exit the unfriendly confines of High School, scenarios that include having crushes should cease and completely disappear.  These same scenarios should especially never come attached with the notion that one would go over three long years and not say anything to this person.  Well many people don’t know exactly what the situation was three years ago that might have prevented this crush from being acted upon.  Then among those same many people who do know, they probably wouldn’t understand. 

So as not to completely bore you with the ins and outs of life’s trials & tribulations, which all of you have probably stumbled upon at some point in your own, we’ll just say that this crush wasn’t acted upon due to “circumstances”.   If that isn’t enough of an explanation for you, then I’m quite sorry because that is all that you are going to get.  During your child years, you learn than imagination is probably the best means of entertainment you can have. So I simply suggest that you pull that same imagination out of the attic in your head, dust off the cobwebs and use it to make those “circumstances” I was speaking about before become anything you would like them to be.  Thank you.

Now that I’m finished aimlessly carrying on about circumstances and imagination, I’ll attempt to get to my point.  Like I stated before, I hit a crossroads about a month and half ago when a certain friend came to visit me.  Having had gone through said “circumstances”, I had come to my own conclusion regarding the opposite sex and formulated my own personal theory on them.  I’ll also spare you the specifics of that very genius theory as to not spark any debates.  Regardless of what the theory was, it was proven during that visit that there was an exception to it.  If you haven’t figured it out just yet, my friend was the exception.  The lone and sole exception to something I felt I had created so well it couldn’t possibly have any leaks, any air holes, flaws, weaknesses, whatever you want to call it.  But she managed to find the smallest of cracks, the miniscule of chinks in the armor and here’s the craziest part; she did it without even trying.  She didn’t even know she was doing it.  Heck, I didn’t know that she was doing it.  Not until it was already too late.

The Unicorn

There was a while there when I was afraid to approach you

A time when I only sought after you from a distance

Kept to myself because I didn’t want to frighten you away

To say that I was a silent hunter wouldn’t even be correct

Because the truth is I wasn’t hunting, I was merely admiring

Trying to take in everything that was you

I only say everything because if I was to take the time

To list each and everything about you that I love

We would both be old by the time I finished

But only you would remain as beautiful as you are now

There are different names to describe creatures as amazing as you

But only one seems fitting for you

Mythical, majestic, graceful and very difficult to catch

So I call you my Unicorn

Truly one of a kind, sights like you are very hard to come by

I bided my time hoping for a chance

And finally, eventually I got it

My Unicorn

I say it again because it’s still hard to believe

Hard to believe that you’re finally mine

Even as I still watch you, still smell you

Still hold you; I am still in awe of you

I still can’t believe that I actually have you

And even now I sometimes feel as if I don’t

Not because of anything you have done

But because reality says that as difficult as it was to catch you

It’s got to be 100 times harder to keep you

People say once you’ve caught a Unicorn

It’s not a Unicorn to you anymore

Since you have captured it, that desire you had will fade away

Until you find another one

I disagree

There aren’t any others out there

Not for me

I can’t see anything past you

There are legendary creations in this world

And I managed to catch the best one

There will never be another one like her

So to me, you are, and will always be…

                                                  …my Unicorn

Her

Her smile...

Her smile shines brighter than the sun, moon and every other star combined.

So bright that you would even be able to see them during the day. 

In fact they are so bright that you could honestly compare her teeth to a string of constellations that would make you wanna lay on the grass and just stare up at them all night.

Her lips...

Her lips are like diving into your bed after having the hardest day you've ever had in your life.

Then having that same bed change into a tropical vacation that lasts forever.

And those lips are always coated in lipgloss that just so happen to be the exact flavor fruit that you were craving that entire day.

Her skin...

Her skin is like a silk blanket that you would be afraid to wrap yourself in because you wouldn't want to ruin it with your own germs and body funk.

You just stroke it every so often to remind yourself of what heaven feels like.

Her eyes...

Looking into her eyes is like peering into pure beauty.

Beauty so pure that if it could be transferred into a drug, you wouldnt be able to afford it at its street value.

You'd be better off by-passing the easy to notice handshake you would give "that guy on the corner" and just go straight to the Colombian fields yourself and get the wholesale price from the Cartel dealer down there.

Bring it back to your place and cut it the way that you want.

But heres the thing,

                             you can't cut this kind of beauty.

It's already chopped and screwed just the way you want it.

That's what makes her so special, she's just the way you want her.

If you could take what she was and melt her down into a fiery ball of pretty, then take that same ball of raw gorgeous and mold it into whatever the most absolute flawless woman would be to you, you would simply find yourself with a finished product the same as what you began with.

You'd be nearly unable to determine a way to describe what she was exactly, but there is one name and only one name that just gets it right;

                                                                                 Nicole.

Here We Go..

Wrote this the other night while high on Moscato...


I see you in your black tank top and pink underwear. You try to run away to tease me but there's no escaping it. What I'm about to do to it should be considered illegal in every state and cuntry in the world. I grab you by the cheeks of your perfect ass and hoist your gorgeous body up against mine. Make sure to press it hard next to me so that I don't drop you. I promise I would never ever let that happen. Your skin so smooth making it hard to grip that booty but I got you, I promise. I throw you onto the bed and immediately reach for those panties you got on. I grab for the top of them and just tear them in half right off of you revealing that bare, smooth pussy that I'm about to destroy. Without even paying attention to the fact that your titties are still covered by that shirt, my tongue sees what it desires and mounts an offensive strategy of attack on your clit which feels like a miniuature punching bag and my tongue is wearing the boxing gloves. Your pussy juices taste as sweet as morning OJ that I drink up with every passing lap my tongue makes over your love bean. I refuse to stop as your pulling on my ears and my head as if you're trying to pry it completely off. I grab your hands and insert my fingers in the spaces between yours and they fit perfectly as I navigate your hands away from doing damage to my face as my mouth goes to town on your vagina. It may need to be surgically removed as your body squirms all over the place. The moistness from your opening is constantly flowing into my mouth and it tastes so good I don't think I ever want to stop. You scream out my name to take a break from your goodness but I refuse and press on, or should I say Lick On. The spot where your ass is on the bed is now a mini-pool overflowed with your pussy juice. It tastes so good, I can't stop. It gushes into my mouth so well, I don't even have to suck anymore, it just finds its way onto my taste buds like a magnet. 

I finally stop and rip the tank top off your chest. My tongue finds a new target in your two exquisite breasts. Your nipples are like spouts of goodness that I can't resist. I bite down on them like a straw and you cry out....but in pleasure. I can feel your hands all through my hair and all over my back. I I squeeze your chest so hard that I think I'm going to pop your natural tits but they're durable so that doesn't happen. My dick is now at a full salute, so I unsheath it and slide it roughly into your pussy as you dig your nails deep into the skin on my back. The pain that I feel only entices me further. I carry you over to the wall and use it like I would the bed. The tremors we create against the wall can be felt all throughout the bedroom.  Wonder what the neighbor's are thinking. I really could care less. This pussy is waaaaay too good right now. I pull you away from the wall and you clutch tightly onto my neck and breathing really hard into my ear as I pull your vagina onto my dick with strokes of force that would make Hurricane Irene jealous.  Your ass fits in my hands perfectly as i use it as leverage to crucify your baby maker with my love muscle. Your grab me tighter and tighter as I continue to do damage to it pound after pound after pound. I don't think it'll look the same afterwards. you might not be able to walk afterwards either. I don't wanna paralyze you but the pussy is so good I can't even describe it right now. 

I toss you back on the bed and find my way back down between your legs.  Your pussy might not have ever received this much attention all at once, ever. It's probably wondering what it did to deserve this....but it didn't do anything, it just existed. That's all I need. As long as it's there, I'm going to Fuck It. Harder and faster than you've ever felt before in your entire life. Your pussy lips are literally foaming now.  Your body still trembling from left over orgasms now hitting you all at once. It's a rare and beautiful site to see you flopping around on the bed in a  puddle of your own waters like a pretty wet fish. Your womanhood throbbing from the beating that I just gave it. Normally, i would let you breath for a sec but fuck it, like I said before, that pussy is too good. I jump on you and in one swift movement I ram my dick back inside of you and continue to beat it until you almost immediately push me off with your legs and gush all over the place. I bathe in your juices and savor the feeling of them on my skin before I insert myself back into you and punish it. You try to escape by backing further up the bed but I catch you and pull you into me with the slapping noises of our flesh connecting with each other. The sound only eggs me on even further and I wrap one arm around your shoulder and pull you up sitting on top of me as I grab your hips and pull you down onto me. I can feel every inch of your wonderful pussy now, its driving me absolutely wild. I wanna cum so bad but I hold back because I want to enjoy your vagina even longer. I can see the sweat glistening off of your body, your breasts bouncing up and down and you squeeze your hands onto my chest and stomach as you moan with delight louder and louder with every thrust that i give you. Your body looks completely amazing in the twilight. Your hair draping over your face is absolutely riveting so I reach up and grab it, pull it down hard and you let out a yelp and collapse on top of me signifying that you've just cum all over my dick once again. I can see the exhaustion in your face but I'm not done yet. I flip you over and force my penetration further and deeper than I've ever gone before. Your body is trying to force it back but it can't because I'm in the zone now and won't be denied of my prize. 

You arch your back and scream with delight and pain all at the same time as another fountain of pussy juice erupts all over the bed sheets and my penis. I quickly re-enter and proceed to devastate you further and harder and stronger as your grip my muscles with your hands, grabbing harder and harder until you can't fit anymore of my arm into your palm. I bite your neck as I release my dick from your pussy's hold and shoot my white love all over your slippery body. Completely out of breath, I lean over and ever so gently kiss your lips. They are so sweet, similiar but different from the your other set of lips at the same time. I can't get enough of either. I grab a towel and wipe you off your majestic still pulsating body and hold you close to me as we both lie in bed trying to recover from what just took place. Before we completely pass out, I lower my lips to your ear and whisper ever so softly, "I Love You". Then those same set of lips on my face immediately find their way back down to the ones below your hips....

Spoken Truth

Drunk Texting

Some habits in Life can be tough to admit

Some shameful, some secretive, some brushed away with a gesture

But this one is really not, so I’ll stand and introduce myself

Hello, my name is Sean and I am a Drunk-Texter

More of a chronic disease really than an awkward habit

I don’t drink much but when I do I am guilty

Of pulling out my smartphone, turning it sideways

And drafting embarrassing text messages by the plenty

I don’t think they’re all bad, Personally

Some are to females I care of with feelings emphatic

My mood changes from sad to sweet

From down to upbeat, from mad to romantic

I turn into a true blue poet

Someone who carries his heart by his side

Who isn’t afraid to smile, a real change takes over

One that sees Dr. Jekyll without that Mr. Hyde

I can’t deny that some I have very much regret

Unlike any that I’ve written while sober

I pick a girl, grab my heart and begin to pour

So embarrassed after the fact, I wished I didn’t know her

One girl knew she was on my mind,

And that I cared deeply for another

The next heard I wanted to make her mine

But the last saw that I Loved her

I’m sure she knew that it wasn’t true

Probably saw me the same as other despicable men

Recklessly clicking away on the glass screen

Letting clouded emotions spill from my drunken digital pen

Every other day I keep my heart behind a heavy door

The Corona that passes over my lips seems to pick the lock

It opens the gate for many others to enter

Floats my emotions to the top and makes room for the Ciroq

I’m fortunate that in my liberated state of mind

I haven’t done anything to deserve a slap

Including licking beer off of a females chest

And resisting to give another’s ass a hard smack

I’ve been accused of drinking & texting quite often

But it’s a good thing that I never do it alone

Some people make sure their boy takes their keys

True story, I ask mine to always take my cell phone

Society looks down on this deed as being bad

I see this act of intoxication as an art however

Feelings that which are otherwise hard to admit

Fall from fingertips into messages that later will add to your terror

Usually the drunken truth is spoken

And this is because of alcohol, the liquid bravery

So sometimes you should pay attention to those texts

Because they may hold importance, some kind of intimate savory

If those Vodka & Cranberry thoughts weren’t real

Then why on Earth would they ever be said

They had to emerge from somewhere, someplace

They were just tired and Jack Daniels helped get them outta Bed

Drunk people only say what everyone is thinking

Things outrageous like who the hell lives in Kansas?

Or unspeakable acts they would do to that girl

Yes, I am a drunken artist and this keyboard is my only Canvas

My only wish is that when you read you do not judge

I do not deny that for texting under the influence, I am notorious

Someone should be there to stop me with a sobriety test

I’d fail every time but my words would be beautiful and quite luxurious

I know its something that I need to stop

But no matter what I write, I always feel like Im winning

Usually afraid to speak, I am each time the quiet one

But this Long Island Iced Tea always seem to give me an opinion

Either way, drunk or sober

I see the situation and feel like I cannot goof

I mean what I say and I say what I feel

What I feel is not always cuz of Absolut, but it’s always the absolute truth

Girls are Stupid, Boys are Somewhat Smart part 6

...which brings us to the finale.  It's finally over, the last part of my mild tirade on why females should rely more on their common sense sometimes over their emotions.  Hopefully those of you who have been reading this have grasped and understood the actual concept which is not me simply bashing women. I love them way too much to do that.  I'm just trying to save the world, one misguided female at a time.

Last Part (I promise):

I came across a pretty insightful statement that compared the rash decision making that women do to the rash decision making that parents do when their child is at stake.

 

“A women’s natural maternal instinct just may be a large part in why they rely on their emotions so much.”

A parent under stress about the welfare of their child isn’t always thinking clearly.  They are only seeing the end result.  An end result that consists of their child being ok and everything returning back to normal.  The path that they choose to reach that end result may not always be a logical one.  But that’s the thing, they don’t care.  Their kid is what lies in the balance.  Females are similar because they think more with their emotions than with their brains.  They allow their feelings and what they want to happen to over shadow what probably should happen.  They have a “let’s get this done now” mentality.  When sometimes they should use a “let’s discuss what the best way is for us to get this done so we’re both happy” mentality. 

Girls are Stupid, Boys are Somewhat Smart part 5

...and we push on.  This part acknowledges the great power that women already know that they have...and where they have it.  It also tries to enlighten females to the fact that there are men out there who want much more than just what's in their pants.  I know, you're probably shocked.  Here's what to do: 1. Catch your breath that you lost after reading the above statement. 2. Collect yourself enough to pay extra close attention to the words that come next.  When you're ready, you may begin.

Part 5:

Before the not-always-wonderful world of marriage comes about, you need to be able to weed out the good ones from the bad ones and the not so right for you ones.  I know I’m not going in order here but I don’t really care, it’s my article.  You collate men the same way that we collate women.  By using our common sense.  Ok, well our common sense sometimes comes from a different area a little more southern than yours does.  But we do have our moments when we are done looking for those kinds of girls and ready to start looking for these kinds of girls.  Girls, women, females, same thing.  Bear with me.  Fact of the matter is, use your head ladies.  Then use your heart, a little bit.  Again don’t push away the nice ones because quite frankly they don’t always come back.  Then you all know who you’re stuck with.  It’s either them, other women or your vibrator.  So choose wisely.  Wisely being the most important word here.  That’s when your common sense comes into play.  Wisdom plays a decent amount into the quality of your common sense.  Although I’m sure you all already know this but the first part of your wisdom comes from the fact that you hold all of the power.

Girls are Stupid, Boys are Somewhat Smart part 4

...and it moves on some more.  Now the topic shifts to the ever touchy subject of Marriage.  Even guys don't mind talking about this "used-to-be-hated subject matter" nowadays.  Well at the right time.  Don't bring it up while he's watching the game if you don't want your feelings to be hurt.  What?  It's true.

Part 4:

Now let’s say you’ve finally found that perfect guy.  He’s tall, clean cut, muscular and his wallet weighs more than he does.  Flawless.  Don’t do something stupid like immediately bring up the topic of marriage.  Marriage is a touchy subject nowadays.  It really isn’t how it used to be and how it was meant to be in this day and age.  Marriage is more closely related to being a trending style that comes and goes depending on the season.  Some people get married because it’s the “in” thing to do.  Then, guess what, they get divorced because it then becomes the next “in” thing to do.  It wasn’t meant to be treated like that.  Marriage, hate it or love it, is an idea that is only intended for those who have truly indeed found the “one”.  Not just the one that looks great in boxers or drives a Mercedes or the one that bought you those earrings that can reflect the heat of the sun.  But the one that will take care of you when you’re sick.  I mean really sick.  Not a small sniffle sick but you have colorful, very unappealing liquids leaking from different parts of you sick.  That’s real love.

 

Make sure that you really want to spend the rest of eternity with this guy.  Because he’s asking himself and everyone else he knows the exact same question.  That’s why he fainted when he got down on one knee.  The true value and reality of marriage finally sank in.  That’s much better than it sinking in after you’re already married.  It’s tough enough just considering waking up to the same person every single day until one of you dies without you pushing it on him.  Fact, yes there’s that word again; women initiate 70-75% of all divorces.  Pretty funny when you consider how much they push for marriage.  Make sure he is who you want to be with!  Furthermore don’t call off the wedding or threaten to file for a divorce over something extremely stupid.  It’s still pretty dumb, but it’s better to break up over something stupid then get a divorce over something stupid or someone stupid. 

Like I said before, marriage is not a dress or purse that you can return to the church you got it from just because you were smart enough to keep the receipt.  It takes work, dedication, an ass-load of compromise and oh yeah more and more work.  But just because it’s work shouldn’t mean it becomes a job.  You can quit a job, even call your boss a pathetic pervert before you storm out.  But you can’t quit your marriage.  Hopefully you don’t call your husband a pervert either.  It’s ok if he checks out your ass.  Trust me, you want him to.

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To be continued...

Girls are Stupid, Boys are Somewhat Smart part 3

...and it goes on.  This portion will speak on whether Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now is better for you.  Yeah, You (I mean if you're a female).  It also gives a birds and the bees explanation about how 'Assholes' are born.  Spoiler: a stork has nothing to do with it.  Again, enjoy.

Part 3:

Next topic: Choosing Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now.  Which one should you take?  That all depends not completely on your common sense level but also what you are looking for at that specific time in your life.  You might be at that stage when you’re ready to settle down, put a stop to all of the nightly clubbing and loose sex with complete strangers you’ve been having and pick just one guy.  One guy to spend the rest of your natural life together.  Just One.  Not one until you grow tired of him and find a seemingly better model for you to upgrade to.  No, just one.  Sorry.

"Sex $#!t"

More than just sex, I wanna give you my excess

This and that, Everything left over from past Ex’s

Things taken way back from unsent text’s

I hope to see a shooting star and make you my next wish

So much trust, I feel safe to enter unprotected

Remove our clothes and throw away the contraceptive

Before I proceed I must stop to give you a wet kiss

Down below, more than a meal, girl You’re the best dish

Your body squirming, my tongue got you grabbing your necklace

Made a move with my finger and your legs almost broke my neck disk

I signed my name right there cuz this ain’t no guest list

I should be the only one down here cuz they ain’t no guest lips

I come up for air like I’ve been under the deck ship

I pull out the sledgehammer because I’m about to wreck this

You grab my arm and I think maybe you don’t want to test this

But the provocative look in your eye says “Baby, come get this”

A low squeak escapes your lips and I find those wet hips

Because I want you to really feel it and they make the best grips

Every taste of your sweat makes me eager for the next sip

Your pelvic bone stinging against mine like a brand new latex whip

A long while later and I’m sure the neighbors heard the best of it

Tried some stuff that had you flopping around like a wet fish

We lie next to each other, bodies still pulsing, basking in our own sex mist

Nail marks in my back, teeth scars on my ear, I know you’ll never forget this

Please, Please, Please

                                                

Overwhelming emotional state

Feelings of a crush I can’t mistake

I can’t deny my lust for you

Or wishing I were deep inside of you

Just seeing you takes my breath away

Get’s me lightheaded and I start to sway

The rush of adrenaline spurts and sprays

Through my body like scorching flames

Everything about you intrigues me

Your smile and your bright white teeth

Long blonde hair blowing oh so carefree

And those legs

Attached to those gorgeous feet

And my favorite pumps make me so horny

If I had them all they’d definitely complete me

Your skin so soft… slightly warm to the touch

I constantly wonder if you want to fuck

I’d make you love me so much

You’d turn psycho which is just my luck

You’d have access to a hot guy

Cars, money… and a bit of the sweet life too

Just as long as I can keep fucking you

I’m glad I’m not a stalker or a thief

Cuz I would have already been in your house

And have a few pairs of your panties

But sometimes I think it could be easy for me

Stepping across the line and going crazy

Meeting you at a sultry hideaway

So we can fuck and fuck and fuck the night away

Bend you over my knee while I make you whisper

Please, please, please

Just keep fucking me

by Phillip Michael

Girls are Stupid, Boys are Somewhat Smart part 2

...and we continue on.  This second part focuses more on the non-necessity that is drama and the even more needlessness (I think that's a word) of it being present in a relationship.  If you want that relationship to last anyways.  Enjoy.

Part 2:

Back tracking to using your common sense about making the right choice, all I want to say is this: USE IT! That is why God provided us with it.  You have plenty of other attributes that He also gave you to use for other things.  You want a college degree? Use that part of the brain that controls intelligence.  You want to go running?  Use your legs.  You want to coerce you dude into doing something for you?  Bat your eyelashes, use your “sweet” asking voice, your unfair right to withhold sex and the power of your precious vagina.  You want to keep a good man?  Don’t make petty excuses not to keep him like his hair grows funny or he doesn’t have a specific job or he snores in his sleep.  I’m pretty sure you snore in your sleep too but he doesn’t tell you because he knows it might make you feel self conscious about yourself.

Girls are Stupid, Boys are Somewhat Smart

First of a six part piece discussing my thoughts on females and common sense.  Feel free to comment about any and everything.  Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean I'm close minded so I hope that you read with an open one.

Part 1:

Yes, the title does say that and yes, I did come up with it all by myself.  But no, I do not exactly mean what the title says.  Well, to an extent.  You see when I say that “Girls are Stupid”, and I’ve used that phrase plenty of times in my existence, I don’t exactly mean all females are blithering idiots.  This has nothing to do with basic and pure intelligence.  I’m not questioning your smarts because you may have failed to do substantially well on that rather easy open-book exam back in high school.  What I am questioning, again only to an extent, is the female level of pure and basic common sense.  Common sense and intelligence are of two different categories. 

"Hurricane Party"

Hurricane

Storm

Special state of mind

Feeling that way

Phone Call

Raining

Watch her Arrive

Wind whistling

Perfume

Hips

Breasts

Lips

Bedroom

Clothes

Off

Legs

Separate

Wet Inside

Wet Outside

Howling

Her Inside

Wind Outside

Finished

Water hitting the window

"Thank you” Kiss

"Goodbye" Glance

Clothes

Back on

Watch her Leave

Wet Walk of Shame

Ain’t nothing like a Hurricane Storm Party

by ML Kasper Kain

Me vs. Emotion

"Where would you be without them?"

In all honesty, I didn’t think writing about this was going to be as difficult as it wound up being. I do realize it’s a bit of an odd topic to discuss it’s something I’ve been obsessed with for as long as I could remember. Emotions. It’s hard to define specifically what an emotion is, yet it’s the driving force behind each and every one of our actions and decisions throughout our lives. Similar to the soul, they help to define not only who we are but why we are the way we are. It’s possible the two are even linked somehow. There are dozens of different emotions we all experience throughout our lives but I’ll only discuss very briefly the different ones we are all familiar with.

Silent Suffering

He pulled his car into the parking lot and shifted it into park.  He looked around the small, quaint restaurant before exiting the vehicle to see if he noticed the familiar gray coupe.  No, it wasn’t in that corner.  He turned to look in the other part of the lot.  Nope, not there either.  That was weird, she had texted him and said she was only a couple of minutes away.  Just as that thought crossed his mind, the two-door sports car rolled past his car and parked a couple of spaces away.

He quickly looked away before she could notice him.  Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her get out of her car and begin to walk toward the entrance.  She looked as good as ever.  Her jeans cupped her body; the tank top she was wearing revealed just enough skin to make a man wonder what was underneath.  To top it off, her heels made a slight sound on the pavement that seemed to whisper the word sexy with every step.  He watched her walk all the way into the restaurant.  What a show it was.  After she disappeared behind the front door, he took a deep breath and stepped out into the parking lot.

Fast Cars to Toolbars

History lessons aren't always good



Toolbars will leave u drunk in a bar



Previous calls will cause progress to be stalled



Accidental clicks will make her clock tick



Its a battle of good and evil



And which side one will choose



Who's who and what's what



Her story is skewered by the sewer she inhales



Oxygen, hydrogen, aqua, WE fail



Deep inside, his story is open 



While hers is linear,



Their hope for heartbreak



Is left to a cellular



Search, a temporary internet file



A wall post, a newly discovered profile



On a site meant to be tucked away,



Damn is history here to save the day



Or slave her astray?

















by ThaAntagonyst