i got an email this morning and thought to myself:

“what now?”

it was actually a great email….

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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?

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First dates.

That is a phrase most of us haven’t heard in a while.
Some of ya’ll: NEVER.

“A date? wtf is that?”

You have to make sure you look good, find the right fit,
and lastly – wonder if he was impressive enough to give him some of that ripe booty.

Wolves and Foxes don’t date anymore.
We kind of just fuck our way into things.
No going to a low-key restaurant and getting to know each other.
Maybe even go grab drinks at a sports bar and talk.
It is date at the crib, boil some sausages, and then deep throat the Wolf’s other sausage.
You know how it goes these days.

Is dating dead amongst Foxes and Wolves?

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I love love.
No, what you see isn’t a mistake.
I love love.
I’ll keep the vomit inducing mushy stuff to a minimum.
I got A Fox Brothel to run…

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