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I Want To Make Love To You On A Bed Full Of Money
does this…
make you hard as steel?
wolves come and go,
but green can keep me warm at night.
no seriously it can:
if i asked your broke ass what would you do if you got rich tomorrow…
i am sure you could provide me a list or two.
hell maybe 5.
we spend our days day dreaming of a better life.
this is what we bust our ass for daily.
getting up and going to a “ain’t shit” job.
working about 10 hours a day hoping one day,
it will all pay off.
one where we can afford to pay our bills,
eat at the most expensive restaurants,
travel to far away lands,
and hob knob with the best of em.
don’t even have to mention the amount of pussy/ass/dick you will get.
once you have money,
it cums (literally) by the boat loads.
i’m sure those online attention whores will finally notice you.
everyone becomes your friend.
you can literally buy other people to hang with you.
life certainly starts to become more enjoyable.
well that is before it’s all gone.
money,
low self esteem,
and no plan is the devil.
i had to ask the foxhole…
Can you mentally afford to be rich?
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CTRL-ALT-REJECT
rejection is like the “don’t ask; don’t tell” policy.
the world will have you believing people have never gotten rejected.
they always get the guy… or girl.
they are masters of this thing called the love universe.
i’m here to tell you that is complete bullshit.
everyone at one point in their life has gotten rejected.
it can be a blow to the ego because in life we are told we can get anything we want.
“go after it and it is yours!”.
the ol team spirit routine!
sure that can happen with material things and a lifestyle,
but when it comes to another human with conflicting emotions as yourself,
that rule completely goes out the window.
i was thinking about rejection today and i had to ask…
Why does rejection fuckin’ hurt so bad?
“Giving A Fuck” Is Actually Fucking You Good and Hard.
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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Monstrous Balls
i had an interesting conversation with my cousin hybrid today.
i’m telling you,
when we get together: epic.
we go IN and i wanted to share a little what we were talking about.
i have been talking in emails with a young cub who ONLY likes down low wolves.
he says that people make him feel bad for his choice….
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i will say it before and i will say it again.
people in this lifestyle can be bullies to one another.
we like abuse.
not the abuse of a plump pipe beating up butt cheeks or the back of our throats.
but the abuse of our opinions and choices in dating, even fucking.
it can be a wear and tear on the self esteem, to be honest.
one that leaves you feeling like you went 20 rounds in the ring and ending in a “tie“.
bad enough straights do it to us every chance they get.
are we too hard on each other?
or, is this just the way “love” goes?
i had to ask…
Can we all just get along?
He Slapped And Pulled Me By My Hair Into The Hallway
omg.
i am so shaken up right.
i can’t even think straight.
i’m mad.
i’m sad.
i want to cry.
i want to beat this nigga’s ass.
i want to call the police.
i want to do nothing.
i’m confused…
i don’t even get it…
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