Lost.

Diamond eyes, I just couldn’t seem to find
but to run away means never having to hide
will they come and will they follow
or will they stay and fail to thrive
I can show you the way,
I won’t promise you that
don’t trust me though,
It seems I’ve misplaced my hat
A rebellion or a leader,
what’s your take on necessity?
this ride’s been a doozy,
but will the lord hear my plea
I guess not for now,
so let’s just wait and see

TQS

stumpedwise.

Enough

It’s funny enough
that yesterday is gone,
because the past is the past
and today was tomorrow
so you can cut ties and relax
but, oddly enough
there is an end to this line
and sadly enough,
we’re all running out of time
oh the days of our lives
lost but never forgotten
for when it is time to go
accept this life,
was just time borrowed
at least it was funny enough

TQS

stumpedwise.

wade.

engulf yourself in alcohol,
as we let the acrimony consume us all
and follow me into the flames
in preparation for this life to fade
we’ll wade through the river styx,
and yet the deity is out of mind
we can float on burnt crucifix,
false hopes and dreams,
they will burn as well
but happily passing with a smile
the time will come,
and we’ll love this hell

TQS

stumpedwise.

True Romance: A Chivalrous Fiction

Chivalry has to be dead, it just has to be, and true romance, does it even exist? There is no candlelit dinners and walks on the beach while the sun sets anymore. Where’s the love and happiness in life these days? Everyone just wants a quick suck and fuck, jumping straight to the scandalous acts of cum guzzling and salad tossing. Why waste any time though right? Might as well just get right to it, we are going to die sooner rather than later anyway, and if Tinder exists, put it to good use. No one cares for one another any more, and a successful marriage? I don’t think I was even alive to grasp the concept of what that may have been like, if it even existed at one point.
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They say all the best people are…

Madness, or sanity? With each passing day, I find myself trying to determine how big the spectrum between them is, if it even exists for that matter. Am I crazy for wondering? Has my mind gone astray or am I among the small percentage of people that remain sane? Lost in thoughts of lunacy amidst a deranged society that has eliminated any concept of what sanity actually is. Perhaps the spectrum really is non-existent, and sanity is just a word made up by madmen to satisfy the fools living in denial.

The sane seem more like mystical creatures from what I have found throughout this adventure. We’re living in a world ruled by covetous narcissistic psycho and sociopaths, posing as fucking role models, how can one maintain a stable mindset in a reality crafted by such lunatics? Continue reading “They say all the best people are…”

An Unsung Pleasure

Handjobs are such an underrated form of art. The only time I think people appreciate a good handjob is before they’ve had the delight of one’s mouth on their genitals. Young pubescent boys just exploding at the thought of a girl even looking below their wastes. A handjob was everything a 14 year old boy could ask for, while a blowjob was something you hear about in legends or your dads porn collection. Then the day comes where you find yourself face to face with destiny and some young innocent girl or boy is slobbing on your pecker like it’s a lollipop. Afterwards the thought of a mere handjob seems childish and petty.

Once a person is introduced to the art of fellatio, they forget about the sexual power that everyone possesses in their hands. Continue reading “An Unsung Pleasure”