People are the root of all evil?
I'm finding that a little bit easier to believe now a days no matter how ludicrous it remains. People, men specifically, have greatly disappointed me this season.
Again.
I'm honestly beginning to harbour a little bit of natural animosity in my being towards the opposite sex. I basically hate all of them apart from the ones that supply me weed & Kid Cudi. But then when I refer to smokers of the opposite sex I don't see their sex at all. We're on the same plane field, we're just two souls sharing a blunt.
But the rest of my world demands that I differentiate myself from those who pee standing up, so I comply & I do.
& I now hate them all.
I've found the lot I'm living with to be complete morons in the face of pussy. It's abhorrent, it's like a drunkard. I loathe drunk men, you know the ones who can't stand straight to save their lives? Yeah, fuck them. That's just disgusting, why on earth would you want to have so little control of yourself? & they look abominable, completely unreliable & turn into monsters.
Alcohol is the devil's piss.
& Pussy is & will always be the kryptonite of penis.
Great minds lost completely in the tornado that is fresh vagina, conversations dwindled to Mummy like dust that tastes so bitter in my mouth all because of fresh vagina.
I simply can't fathom how easily they lose control of their senses in the face of vagina. All logic is thrown out the window & to be honest?
They're so fucking stupid. 007 would fucking cry, the transparency is just shameful. If you're going to be a bitch ass nigga, be a sneaky bitch ass nigga. Ignorance is bliss. In most occasions, I would rather not know. Just let me be happy.
Think of me.
Get a grip & do it out of my zone!
I don't want to hate men, because that'd mean I hate sex & that's such a fuck up, because I love sex. But god damn it., these niggas make it difficult to even get a quickie in!
Is it just not meant to be?
Am I simply not meant to have sex?
Is it time to commit myself to a Nunnery?
Is it over?
Is my mojo gone?
See the cycle? See the path you can go down so easily? I fell into that hole yesterday & music pulled me out. Thank God for music, I just don't know what I'd do without my own space, soft lighting, a joint & music.
I just don't know what I'd do.
But I guess I could always fall into that bed of joy. There's a car, there's a home & there are friends.
I'm young, free & eternally high.
What more could I ask for? Keep swimming. Keep dancing.
