Of course you all know it. That sweaty feeling. The doctor comes in and you hope he can give you the answer that can lead you to your salvation..,
Before I fucked her I made sure that she didn’t know I was a clown.
I got her off of craigslist. After a few kik messages things got good and steamy.
At work today I was given advice in the form of cliches and now I have no job.
I spend my days in the throes of self-pleasure practices and participate in online hate group forums because of the tight community. I never tell them my minority and non-minority status. I turn and look at the girl and she is sleeping. She is my wife, I love because who else is there. I can’t let her die but the lips are already turning blue. Now I am alone, unlike her, she is one with the world.
My wife is non-existent because I don’t have one. Not even a girlfriend. I never had one because I had money and don’t live in a country where they would recognize our marriage. I am a farmhand surrounded by little bundles of light.
I spend my days in the country and don’t know what much of the technology that is being used by me at work and I write quiet a lot and get underpaid and will see you later, make sure to save me a seat and I tell her a clever pick up line and that was all it took to wait in line to just get my first meal of the day.
The rich can lie to themselves better.