Sunday, September 17, 2006

touch my eye


teenage fun was an awesome period along the life-fun timeline.


however:

the post that i posted prior to this one was not a firm representation of any viewpoint that i have ever held... i am not even sure why i chose to waste the time that i spent typing it. but it was done.

i'm not even sure if i should cut myself or not.

now think about the great times of popular people high school lust kissing. fingering, rubbing... nevermind the porn... just think back to the sweet sweet moments of removing panties and getting to know the warmth.

if you don't have personal experience with that... you might actually be better in the sense that you might be able to focus more on intellectual projects, through the use of the brilliant tools that denial may or may not have provided you, or, in the case of no provisions, you will be able to add to the absurdity of the human experience by becoming a murderer/rapist due to the pent up rage stemming from your sexual frustration.

hot skinny/toned chicks wearing well-made jeans. and taking them off... with the idea that you are going to touch her and beyond... oh good kaleidoscopes... i want back into high school.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

I know how you feel. I miss everythng highschool. Even the not-so-great things.
You're a ery good writer.

Anonymous said...

What the fuck is this shit. You are a cunty-dick-shit; man up or fist yourself. And Ashley, you really suck, unless you were being sarcastic, in which case you are mildly cool, but not really.

keith said...

yo, leave ashley alone. that's my girl... and what would i be if not a cunty-dick-shit?

Anonymous said...

you can both just go right ahead and stick all five fingers and gold fish up your ass

keith said...

i'm enjoyin myself ova hea... don't try to jerk me with that pleasure shit.