March 28, 2008

• What I Learned on Spring Break

  Tommy? You’ve been hanging around with the wrong people.

  Yeah?

  Why do they say, I’m a Doll, and then the ones you really Love, and want, just, turn their back, or else, say, you’re despicable and then do the same wrong?

  Maybe I am despicable? But as soon as I get in shape, I’ll feel good about myself and say fuck them, they know it, they’re just beating me to the punch … bowl.

  Girls have that wonderful pussy?  I wanted to try just one more or maybe a few but can’t afford it no more

  So my biggest lesson is something  I already knew. I’m a cheap fuck.

  So after landing here at Yesod, with these astral remnants dribbling down. I met this girl I wanted more than anything else ever; and as long as I paid her anywhere from between $600.00 to $1300.00 a month she was my non sex GFE (for those of you outside the sex industry – GFE is Girl Friend Experience)

  There is really no necessity in saying any more, guys … will get ripped off by her or others like her; and her and others like her will continue without seeing anything wrong in what they’re doing – after all, they’re merely bending the Heterosexual Patriarchy roles, just a little bit, and that’s what Heterosexual whoredom is all about

  For the wise pseudo-equity and why the proponents by enthymeme choose to speak of it in terms of morality.

  About three hours or so ago she told me she’d rather go homeless than do anything beyond $500.00 no strings “just give me the fucking money”

  So the threat was a little different this time … but the reality was the same.

  The first payment of $300.00 was when she left her parents to live with one of her former ummm bfs whom she told me then was just a friend. The threat was she was going to walk out into the street go to sleep under an over pass and wait for someone to slit her throat

  Every month after that - (when she wasn’t ummm, working) ’Give me the money or I whore my ass on Craig’s list’

  Which is likely what she’s doing or going to do, now, this weekend; but she claims no she’s going to commit suicide, instead – or maybe what I don’t know won’t hurt me. So my choice is, give her the money or she dies.

  Truth or Consequences … Come On Down !!

  Or maybe in April 2008 it’s right back to the beginning of the cycle/wheel, I noticed her spinning around on in May 2005 or was it 2006? – i.e., walk out into the street and wait under the overpass

  Round n round and round where she stops … nobody goes

  This is what is despicable to me, she’d rather humiliate herself, to, and for, a complete stranger, than to show a littlel kindness and Love to a social radical Jew … who respresents everything she hates and who she has to rely on for money.

  That is the totality of her pride and all of it that remains. If she was truly going to kill herself she would give that up to me. But she’s a Mc and ever since Al Smith, they will never submit to a Jew

  So I could be like her, have her, be with her, Love, cuddle, snuggle, kiss, fuck days, weeks, months, years … all I have to do is denounce the Power of Love and give her what she wants through cruelty

  Now some of you might have a difficult time in grasping this Tragedy, truly in the Greek sense, someone with true talent and a penchat for the Romantic, ought to make it immortal. It is, but she is so blinded by the shit of the abyss she can no longer look up. The smell is not as bad as the light that allows her to see. Her pride rests in her hatred, which she refuses to submit to in Love, so she directs that hatred to me.

  She is the Fool on the Wheel, unable to appreciate what lies beyond the praecipice, even her littlel dog sees and tries to warn her of her awful fate. Blind to all of the powers she has to draw on. For she submits to them rather than taking them unto her reign(s) and riding on to Victory. The status quo obfuscates while alcohol steals the soul

  Spinnin’ round and round and round on that cycle, spinnin’ round n around on that wheel

  It’s what the Tarot Trumps are all about. So I leaped out of Power !! Radio and into her real life – or at least as depicted in cyber space. Pretty Groovy aye? But not to her. A romantic tragedy, coated, shimmering, melding and dripping in Love … is cast to terms like a Cocteau film … Denouement Mundane

  She’s a registered Republican wanting guys that look like John Edwards and spend money like Eliot Spitzer, Better cuff up them there cuffs, Like Johnny Winters says about all that shit down there in Dallas

  So I dove down into the abyss to try to taste her magic pussy. Spent most of my life savings: but still don’t have that knowledge and probably never will again

  Is it because I’m a cheap fuck or is it because she’s just a hustler. The pot of gold sets beneath the metaphorical concord at arms and no one is interested otherwise.

  And so the story ends

  Epilogue

  You’re the man, youz just lay out for a grand, for the fly, another for the flop and pay the bill … what it take to prime the pump that pussy cure the ill.

  Or let a bunch of shapeless men that metaphorically or otherwise fuck her, suck the snotty end of my cock … with relish

  Hey tommy …

  That’s why they call it the Abyss
  ~~~~~~~
  
  oXo
  ♥ ♥

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