Tag: Social Media

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A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI X MARKS THE FOX

breezy1O1would you like to be with breezy wolf 24/7?
would you like him raw?
x-posed?
uncut?
well your prayers may have just been answered…

HE HAS AN EXPENSIVE PENIS THEY ONLY LIKE THEIR WATER AT ROOM TEMPERATURE X MARKS THE FOX YOU WASN'T READY FOR THAT QUICKIE

YOU CAN’T SIT AT THE FOXHOLE TABLE!

high school.
a place where the jock is worshiped,
the mean girls rule,
and the nerds are tortured.
funny enough,
social media has brought us right back to our classrooms.
learning life and the lessons that come along with it.
we aren’t passing notes in second period history,
but sending direct messages to people we think are cute.
if you have enough followers,
you have the power.
hell if you have a fat ass you are popular.
we have taken a sad turn.
i often wondered if life is just on big continuation after we graduate?
even in college,
there is still a social caste system we will probably never avoid.
i started to wonder…

Where do you fit in?

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI LIVIN' THIS LIFE WE LIVE

we can’t avoid them.
hell they aren’t easy to ignore.
you know them very well.
they are the fun-filled characters who dominate our social media experience.
they have the best bodies and perfect faces.
they are a mystery (until you find their twitter and it completely turns you off).
they command re-blogged pictures and over 100 likes.
same face; same smile; same poses.
this is how they keep up their “celebrity” status.
they always have a talent (average at best).
it’s like they need to “be” something for us to like them.
model, rapper, singer, or business man.
one that we hope will one day be recognized by the upper echelon.
but for now,
they find their audience through computer screens and cell phones.
they are our fantasy.
we hope that with enough comments,
they will finally “@” us to show their acknowledgement.
well i’m here to tell you stop being stupid…

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI LIVIN' THIS LIFE WE LIVE

quality.
you know it when you experience it.
when you touch it, it feels different.
when you lay on it, it feels exceptional.
when it comes into your life,
you want more of it.
shit, some of us are quality.
i know i am.
with my writing alone,
i am worth a lot.
we have so many skills and talents that it automatically makes us expensive.
if you count up all the things you are good at,
you will see that you are pretty pricey.

… but, why do we deal with such low quality from people we date… or fuck?
we like to wear cute clothes and be fly on instagram,
but when it comes to our hearts,
we let just “anyone” with a american express dick/ass,
with a citi trends attitude,
possess it.
why is this?
do some of us not know our value?
or, do we know and we just settle because it is easier?
i started to wonder…

when did our material possessions worth more than us?

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI LIVIN' THIS LIFE WE LIVE THE GREAT WOLF HUNT