(12-23-2015, 02:40 PM)Beautiful Void Wrote:
(12-23-2015, 02:16 PM)Accidental Stoner Wrote: Too late. Sooooo...I'm not the only one...Ha haa haaa haaaa (*=*)
Hell, no, you're not.
A really beautiful, dark-haired and sexy lady started
talking to me and asking me personal questions last
Sunday in the smoking lounge where I was quietly
enjoying a good cup of coffee and a cigarette.
As politely as I could, I just said:
"Look, pretty lady - I just need to shut the f**k up",
and left. No more demon aliens, please.
Feels like it'll be years, before I take my pants off
in anyone's bloody presence but my jolly own again.
People pretending to love me...but they just want
to feed their egos and shit and piss on all that most
fragile and tender stuff I show them. They respect me
and find me interesting - until they bed me. Then the
mere fact that they got me seduced seems to make me a
foul villain and a dick-brain.
I'll never ever understand women.
Not in a gazillion years.
But hell, yeah - I'm strange, too.
Just can't be angry at anyone.
Not interested in dishing out personal criticism at all.
Oh well...hatred cannot touch me.
Fuck it...I'll go out and deliberately get stinking
shitfaced. Happy and polite and endlessly friendly, as
The message from Big Everything seems clear, though:
- Time to walk alone, come shine, rain or snow.
To get solid in oneself.
I'm much more right in the head, now, than just a couple
of weeks ago.
Sorry for personal rant
about personal stuff
Upside is, you don't hafta read it at all.