Busy Tone

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Please don't call me today as I am in a foul mood. I don't want you to see the me that is out and about. Time alone is the only cure as I have experience. Go away too harsh but go from here and no look back. No touch needed but an offer would heal so very much. If you think you can help than you must more than offer. This is no sign of how I feel but just disappointment out. Its not you or anyone you know just everyone I do. Explanations would be nice I know but I do not even. Here I am and do not know how I got here myself. What did you think would be, a me always with smile. My middle finger is up more than the thumbs I give. Piss off would never leave my lips with you looking at me. But its time for you to do the things you have offered. Fix me, go ahead and make it all right in my uneasy mind. A mild attempt may be made but quit for fear of failure. Do me the way you want but I will never be that one fella. Oxymoron is being in love as you can never truly leave. Even when you do, which you will, you will still feel me. No whole mind time but the pieces will stick deep in you. I will lick this in my own way but you must stand back. Please don't call as I will just use you up and spit foul out.

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Sunday, July 05, 2009

Little words like pellets enter deep. Steal balls that tear the flesh inward. A blast from the barrel toward me. Smoke seen to blind my view forward. A shot in the dark that landed hard. My moves restricted by lack of flesh. Pouring out are my breaths of life. Blood soaked through to red I am. Life leaves and a darkness comes in. Hands reach for the marks you made. The force pushes me back and back. A single shot to end my one big one. The trigger pulled to give me direction. Sights pointed and decision made full. Stock against your shoulder no more. A look at the damage you have done. Sorry on our faces as I fall to the floor. Pool of crimson runs from my gut. The concrete soaks up my pieces. My apologies too late to matter at all. Your decisions final as I fail to breath. Light to dark as I drift into my bliss. No time for goodbye's just a look back. Brief I see all my failure and lack of fame.

My Bad.

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Classy Man

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Don't say anything just take off your pants. You can tell them all that you had Jeph Rants. They won't be jealous or even a little bit sad. Even when you tell them I'm the best you had. Still with questions they may still come quick. About the girth and if I played you like a lick. Slide those off too they will just get in my way. Do not take too long I am up and ready to play. Glad you showed even though I don't want more. Now get down on your knees on my kitchen floor. Don't look in my eyes while down doing your thing. Makes it too hard to slap your ass to make it sting. One hand cups me gently and the other real fast. I like a girl who takes on such an enormous task. Hands to behind my head as I stand back awhile. Making sure to capture it all to stow away in file. A twitch that fills me more as you make it good. Now only I am talking I won't be misunderstood. Up and on to the counter is where I want you next. Say to them all I did you just like I said in my text. A fantasy you thought because I am not ever real. Now bent over you clearly see I am not just a speal. Do you see when I am done telling you what to do. That only means that I am almost done fucking you.