just a little heavy
Where the meat at the bottom of my stomach just feels heavy and my tongue wants to say, ``ugh��. Give me that strength that comes everyday.. And i have to sleep for 9 hours to feel like me again. Last night it was 6.
Tossed and turned in a sex crazy drunken phase. Drunk off of wanting and never ending porn playing in my head.
Dream up sex behind walls and sex in cars. Sex in trees and sex in a bed of leaves. Good moving sex on playground swings.
And sex in my mouth, sex in between my knees. Sex, sex, all the time, besides all the Portuguese, that�s what�s on my mind.
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Scuff my feet across the tile that I live on. Point my toes and pace like a lion, trying to get used to their new cage.
And you can learn so much when your pent up and away.
But everyone has their cages.
Mas n�o problem, eu posso esperar.
Wait, and its turned into that game. Because those days will come, maybe even one today.
A BBQ I�ve been invited to. But with who and how and when?
And where is my new mom anyway...
I don�t want to strain my words... but this is not how I feel every day. AS of now, when I need to write. And I know I shouldn�t have to explain. But I�m not their and you�re not here and after all this is a place for truth.
So I�ll stretch my limbs and write my words. I wish I could be like Dr. Seuss one day.
Fart things out and cough up steak, I wonder what today will be?
1:49 p.m.