Cute but Despicable

No one is in any rush. They dally and diddle while my heart beats in a frenzied rythm.
Meanwhile I patiently wait for all my dreams to come true. It sure is hard work dancing by yourself in the hot desert sun.

Cloud sleep is safe. Cloud sleep is soft. Cloud sleep makes composing complex sentences impossible.

Remember when we still had fun the radio cries longingly. The radio and I haven’t changed we are as always in the same place only in a different city. This pattern seems tenuous at best how long can life exist in stasis? When will anyone ever learn anything? The radio announces that suddenly it can see; but I doubt it has reached the right conclusions. The sun continues to shine and we continue on regardless of the blue skies.

The mountain air stills with anticipation
The trees lean closer to listen
Her laugh echoes through their branches
His scruffy beard rough against her tender sunburnt skin
She tips her head up for a soft side of the road kiss
When she opens her eyes she sees more stars than she’s ever seen just past the shadow of his eyes
An unassuming romance beneath a haze of smoke
Days and nights pass without sleep but the stars shine as brightly as ever

Bleeding fingertips
My body demands,
“Cry or throw up”
If only someone I loved or who loves me would brush the hair out of my face, make me a meal, and remind me why I take pleasure in life

The beautiful lover stroked his inner thigh with her long slender fingers. Her voluptuous breasts overflowed from their ample covering. No mortal garment could contain her heavenly body.

Within the blink of an eye, she was freed from the restraint of her top. Pink nipples floated atop a supple breast, and his eyes devoured her hungrily with lust. ‘Oh, how I yearn for the touch of her skin’ he thought to himself, biting his lower lip with sexual frustration. As soon as she finished her essay, he would have her. Unless he had fallen asleep. Sleep, his enemy. Curse you, sleep! Stealing him away from the divine Goddess before him. If only….

Hazel eyes blinked open in a state of stupor. How long had it been? What time was it? These are the questions Chauncey asked himself as he rolled out of bed. Jenette was no where in sight. She must have already left for class, he concluded. It was about 9:00 in the morning. ‘what time was my programming class?’ he pondered to himself. Rummaging about through his belongings, he encountered his identification cards, phone, and schedule. “Ten o clock! Sweet, I have an hour” he said to himself, flicking through his phone with his thumbs to text his sexy girlfriend a lovely good morning wish. However, he was distracted by pot in her room and smoked a bowl. The world blurred into abstract haze. Purple haze. And life became awesome. He walked on rainbows all the way to class where he learned to talk to robots. Then he came back to himself, awaking in a tent somewhere. “Where the fuck am I?”

“Boom! Headshot!” could be heard down the hall….

It was a cozy night in Jenette’s room. Chauncey leaned against her, and smelled like coffee. “What do you want me to type, Jesus Christ” he bemoaned. She moaned in reply, quickly stifling herself. “ooh, I mean…uhm….I’m sorry, your overwhelming attractiveness is distracting. I just want you so bad.” She undressed him with her piercing beautiful eyes. His orbs caught hers, and in a moment they were locked together in a passionate kiss which overtook the essay that they had once been writing together. The typing came to a temporary stop….until interrupted by laughter. “Get over yourself” Jenette responded, and then took insult to being referred to as Jen. ((The writer of this novel then insisted that the name of the character Jenette be replaced with cock monster. Please replace previously stated references to said name, editor.))

Desperately, she rubbed against his knee cap, while booger licked herself on Haitee’s office chair. Romantic. Thoughts of retrieving water from the kitchen perverted Chauncey’s mind, but laziness confined him to the soft loins of the bedspread with his lover. ‘Curse my amazing life’ he thought to himself, before stealing another cheesy kiss. Suddenly, the writing became NC-17, and readers had to consent to an ‘Are You 18?’ advisory before viewing this content. In the distance, a lone leaf blew in the wind, reflected only by the soft moonlight shining through the leaves of the trees. “Holy fucking crap, look at the time. We need to stop procrastinating” Cock monster thought to herself. Yet the typing didn’t cease. The tyrant is only limited by the endurance of the oppressed, and cock monster lacks this determination. So she takes it. And writes an FML about it. She deserved it. Always wanting to punch Chauncey in the face. And being on top. Whens it gonna be my turn?! D:< It was only at this moment, that the user realized that intoxication had summoned this garbage to the screen. And so he scrolled up

Life is bliss. I get the feeling that I am going to spend a lot of time wishing this summer never ended. Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

Even my toes are tingling from the electricity my mind is producing with my racing thoughts, being decisive is not my strong suit. Sometimes I think I could starve to death from being so indecisive. Humans are afraid of being punished but equally afraid of not being rewarded. I mean there is the dark side & there is the bright side, its up to you what you want to look at. Do you ever need introvert time? Just moments to your self to analyze all the facts and come to a logical conclusion. Once again arises the struggle between logic & intuition, you can only really follow one. I guess we are all just dumb kids running around but I am flying by the seat of my pants & I’m thinking its going to be a blast. Yes for sure I am undoubtedly alive. Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

I think about you, almost every day, I am learning to like grey skies, my bed is bigger but even more lonely. Otherwise nothing much has changed, sometimes I wonder if anything ever changes around here, I want a change of scenery but I seem to have accumulated a lot of things I just can’t leave behind. I escape in my brain a lot but I can’t help being lonely. I’ve been thinking a lot about getting married, having some kids, it seems like a wonderful idea, I can’t figure out where it would work into my life plan so I am thinking I ought to do it now. Does that make any sense? I just hate looking forward to an eternity of lonely days. I fear I will wake up one day and realize I’ve lived my entire life alone. I hope you haven’t forgotten me. Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®