oh, how the world loves a fat ol donkey ass.
as a vixen, you get access into VIP and some baller wolf pipe.
as a fox, you get bumped to the front of the pipe line of the exclusive wolves and hybrids.
why wouldn’t anyone want one?
now that you can buy one,
it is the hot new item for christmas this year.
but, i started to wonder if having a fat ol donkey ass is all that it’s cracked up to be?
(cracked… get it?)
because it seems like your face, personality, and health status are bounced out the equation.
all for a night inside that fat ol donkey ass.
i started to wonder…

Is a “fat ol donkey ass” the new “face“?

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“hoe-mones” are a big fucking problem.

those who aren’t getting it like rabbits in spring are horny as hell.
no, you aren’t weird.
the world is just a dangerous place.
plus, we want a steady fuck buddy/relationship these days.
not, “yet another new tag on our walls tonight“ lifestyle.

when you get tired of meeting the same ol same ol,
you become celibate.
you hope that as you live your life masturbating quite frequently,
you will meet someone that will finally give you a regular smash session.
but, what happens when your “hoe-mones” take over and cloud your judgement?
it doesn’t allow you to take it slow?
and, is it the cause of insecurities we may have when we meet someone new?

i started to wonder…

Do you have too much sex on the brain?

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… a cute vixen.
what did you think I was going to say?

i heard from a reputable source that there is a bounty on his virginity.
looks like some of those same baller wolves might lose their bet because one vixen may close in that deal…

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when did you stop giving a fuck?

how many times were you hurt,
betrayed,
or even frustrated to stop caring about people’s feelings?
is it something you learned from an early age?
or, is it something you got over time?

not giving a fuck is not hurting people for no reason.
it also doesn’t mean going out and having raw sex.
it just means that you don’t give a fuck about stupid shit.
you are in full control of yourself and your emotions.
plus, you say what you need to say without regret.

the world can be a cruel place.
it can feel like a death trap when you are loyal and follow the rules.
as much as you try to be the “best” you can be,
other people who aren’t giving no even half a fuck are making it.
they are the ones with the careers,
everyone at their whim,
and life is a happier place.
they don’t look at other people because they are the only ones who matter.
they are going through life with no fucks and actually making great strides.
yet, you are where you are.
giving a fuck.
so i had to ask…

How many fucks do you give?

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it’s funny.
when faced with a potential national disaster coming to wipe out the east,
you start to think about life and survival.
you stop thinking about the trivial things that could pass within a few hours.
even a day.
those little issues that really mean shit.
you really start thinking about what will happen if shit really goes wrong.
the “category 7” in your life that could wipe you out.
like those suspense thrillers starring some snow bunny who saves the world.
she pressed some button on a tower and it was day light.

it all becomes a reality.

we spend a lot of time chasing love, pipe, and other things.
our biggest purchase to our name is 1,000 loafers,
but when some big shit happens we are totally un-prepared.
we have nothing to fall back on.
those same wolves we chase/fucked are not there.
they don’t even have their shit together either.
we burned so many bridges that we have no one to call.
it’s just “us“.
you against the world… and a big ass storm.

i started to wonder…

Who will really rescue us when we fall?

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i couldn’t sleep.

it didn’t help that i read the 40+ comments to that last entry as they came in.
the whole night i thought about the rapper.
i thought about things he told me and things he spoke about.
i thought his life, his decisions, and his outcome.
as big as his list is,
his life isn’t where he needs it to be.
he is still trying to be taking seriously as a rapper.
he never had a serious job in his life.
how he makes money is a mystery.
he got frustrated over something trivial.
not to mention, he came in and dropped his coat on the floor.
no apartment or car.
i felt like i was in high school again.
after school.
he was the “pre baller wolf that came over to get tutored“.
i was the “geek who sat in the front of the class“.
he seems to just be going through life without a solid plan.
he is not a “man”.
my “man”.
he has actually dated a couple foxes in the past.
hell, i watched him fuck one’s brains out raw like it was a top rated myvidster flick.

“oh daddy! oh shit nigga! i love this dick!”
“________________” – no reply from him.

his pipe did the replying and judging from how he fucked him,
it loved him….

hard.

(lowkey: his ex is FINE as hell.
caramel, nice body, and looks like something being reblogged on tumblr.
hell, he could be on tumblr….)

but, i had to wonder what “dated” meant to him exactly?
was it someone he was having consistent sex with?
someone with a fat ass that was “his“?
did they even have a conversation?
one thing he told me yesterday:

“jamari, i like you because you listen to me.”

is this new to him?
in a world where sex is easy,
people cum and go,
and you are only as good as your last fuck i started to wonder…

Are we just a “number“?

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