Thursday, November 25, 2004

the revolution of Thwueng.

“I’m going to Chop the Cock for My boyfriend this Thanksgiving”

The way Jon is acting lately is unreal; he is forever talking about masculinity and his representation thereof. It’s an insult to compromise reward for such Neanderthal manners, but I forget sometimes who the revolution of Thwueng is for…I am Thwueng.
Most ladies of my ilk are saying that they just don’t want it enough, and I tended to agree until I realized that “tempered not tamed” is the way of the world. It started with a conversation in a black tunnel. My sister asked me whether it be wise to consider a friend just an extension of ones ego.
“What a selfish maneuver that would be!” I chortled
La la lalala la
Snapping two bones together I realized that my ego, no scratch that, my alter-ego needed a stretch. Selfish or no, this boy would embrace hard times for good.
I gotta hand so, I gotta fist but walls like these are impenetrable, effeminate chap as lipstick would place it’s stamp. It’s so much work to go to hell, but my father thinks it’s easy. He only knows hard and God anyways. At least he claims the latter, but you won’t see him screwing any light bulbs or changing any fire alarm batteries.
Jon turns over when I cry in bed now, and I realize love is like that. That is why…
“I’m going to Chop the Cock for My boyfriend this Thanksgiving”


Combine Harvester2:40 PM

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