Category Archives: Sex

You make me want to be a better caveman.


I wanna like, go hunt something with you and kill it with our bare hands, skin it, eat it, fuck you and then draw a fucking mural on the wall of all that. Continue reading

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Progress


So every baby I see I want to take and every couple I see I wish boiling hot oil would fall from the sky and hurt them badly. These aren’t good feelings. So…umm. Got a new therapist though, first appointment … Continue reading

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Surprisingly Touching Moment’s In Rap Music


DMX – Slippin I’ve been through mad different phases like mazes, to find my way And now I know that happy days are not far away If I’m strong enough I’ll live long enough to see my kids Doing something … Continue reading

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Update: What I Want


Or at least…some guy that can fix stuff and fill up the ice trays and buy me alcohol or cigarettes when I don’t feel like going and laugh at my jokes and take my abuse and tell me he loves … Continue reading

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Sunburned Boy


You may be in pain You may be grown-up You may know my name You may know I am wrong So wrong about you Sunburned boy Sunburned boy You may know what is good and you may know what is … Continue reading

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Therapy


When I get these feelings only 3 things make them go away. Fuck. Fight. Cut. Wish I wasn’t crazy. I’m too fucked up. You should leave me. So I painted.

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Why It Is So Easy To Hate You


This quote has been referenced many times, by me, in this blog – and by many others. Screw you – here it is again: What if this young woman, who writes such bad poems, in competition with her husband, whose … Continue reading

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