Morning is ruined by sex before marriage
and a bot-net run by the “alpha” guy of chat.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said her vagina wasn’t fresh…
I was trying to ward her off me.
Now I have wondered why I just cannot let go.
Why must I attach so much to so much.
There are too many things around me.
Too many objects, I want them gone.
I want to write and paint in solitude.
Reading seems worth it in a small way, just small.
Writing is more important than reading.
Anyone can read.