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Thursday, August 23, 2007

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 02:54:56 GMT

Me and Brenda (sister). 8.15.07

The Black Kinky Hair

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 03:21:21 GMT

So I was at the gym yesterday and I was walking into the locker area to get my stuff and right when I was about to get to my locker I see this excited fit black man strutting out of the dry sauna with a huge ass hard-on with nothing but his nakedness heading towards me. I got stiff and just starred at him because he was so dark and hard it was shocking. He comes right to me starring right into my eyes and I stare right back at his penis thats heading towards me springing and bouncing up and down from his full throttle and it meets me right at eye level. O-M-G. My eyes widen and my jaw drops...I was soo traumatized all I can think of was that shit must smell like 7 day old ramen noodles. He sits right next to me and opens his locker thats two doors down from mine. At this point. I'm standing up looking from behind him. He's bending over and his ass is hairy like a gorilla with kinky swirls the size of grapes hanging off his crack and cheeks. I didn't know what to do except hold my breath from inhaling his blackness ...I got dizzy from holding my breath for so long... I don't ever want to see a black hairy ass with a pink hole 2 feet from my face... ever!

Anyways...here's a poem I wrote awhiles back about black people just to balance my gym incident with some pros about black people. That black guy could have been a white guy....same difference ...it still would be nasty I'd have to hold my breath from inhaling the ass hair & B.O.

The Black Liberation

Now it's time for a Deliberation
For a careful Consideration
That there has been a Condemnation
For the Black Liberation.
There was no Fornication
Or a Penetration
Or even a Copulation
It's called a Revolution
A Socialization
Of the art of Fixation
So don't be marginalizing the Black Nation
There must be a Litigation
To stop this Hateration
Because this is the New Generation
Of the Black Liberation.

Trust

Sun, 29 Jul 2007 21:17:57 GMT

"A relationship without trust is a relationship without hope. A relationship without hope is a relationship without a future. A relationship without a future is a heart due for mending. A heart which needs mending is often times incapable of restoration." - Anonymous

Coca-Cola

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 02:32:26 GMT

I don't like cocaine, I just like the way it smells. - anonymous. HAH. What a line.

I don't like relationships, I just like living vicariously through others. Who needs a bf / gf when you have friends to hang out with, chug it with and travel with? Really now. Don't depress me with facts about relationships and how you barebacked, swallowed and let him ride your cunt like it was "your daddy". Don't tell me he / she tore your heart and how life is so depressing because you just broke up with him. ...That's the reason you stay away from relationships. There is no way to fuck the pain away. No chemicals to get high off that lasts forever to make you feel better. Fuck relationships. You don't need him to fuck your brains out and tell you how sexy you are while he cums inside you. Just look at yourself in the mirror. You are beautiful and you should know it. Why do you let him degrade and shove his dick inside you like that? Be confident. You don't need him / her. Fuck the whores and let them be. Let them be and let them play in their own wraths of sinful acts; pregnant and positive soon they will be. Let them be in their guilt and misery. Fuck it. Life is too short to live amongst underclass, uneducated and heartless citizens.

It makes me so angry when I see a heartbroken soul.

Why?

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 04:57:10 GMT

It wasn't ment to be, oh why wasn't it meant to be, I always thought maybe there was a night we would meet. When I saw you, my eyes blinked, stomach fluttered, and my heart skipped. I wanted to give you a rose, get down on my knees, kiss your hand and ask you to take a stroll with me. I wanted to hold your hand and feel you in my arms, but wait, it just wasn't ment to be...

Kookie

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 05:27:28 GMT

My puss looks fantastic,

Your puss smell like burnt plastic...

- Margaret Cho

Where's my stud?

Thu, 24 May 2007 04:54:29 GMT

I'm almost 50...time flies by too quick these days. I told myself I would have found my partner by the time I'm 25. Together we'd buy us a home and start paying a mortgage instead of wasting our money renting. It would be nice to have my own backyard to garden and hoe a tropical paradise. A little paradise for my partner and I to sit out on a Saturday morning sipping wine and eating our morning breakfast; scrambled eggs, bacon, fresh strawberries, and pancakes with syrup. Then we'd stumble into our master bedroom and make love all morning & pass noon lathered up with silicon based lubricant. We'd climax together and lay next to each other soaking in the sensual heated sex session that no breeders can enjoy.