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There is no one to talk to except the ppl in the various little stores I visit. The bakers. The produce ppl. The hippies. The farmers. I talk and talk. I wonder if they know. I look at their eyes and act like I am listening but I am not. I can't. I pretend to. But it's a lie. And I think it's becuz of writing. Being a writer. And by being a writer I mean broke. No I don't. That's just how it is tho. One thing super quick: If cute girls hated writing would there be any str8 guys doing it? And I don't mean the ppl (allegedly) who write the books you can buy right before your flight at the airport. Well. Not right before your flight. That special time is reserved for the underclass feel up and shoe removing. But you know. Before you hit your gate. But like would all the guys writing (for example) stupid copy while steady resisting the urge to start cutting themselves becuz they feel THAT POWERLESS still do it if they couldn't wrangle a filly?

I comma for one comma would still write. Becuz writing is that awesome. Also. I would still have a girl tho. Always been like that. Always gonna be. And you can get as mad as you like but you are reading the words of a true player for real goddammit.


Anyway. Where were we? I was digressing into writers (much better dealt with as a reader) for a sec before moving on to the reason I am here. I mean. Of the course the usual reason. Which is you. And I pray you've always know that.

And that you always will.

But yeah not cheesy specially after the player bit right above it ok and to take us back I would like to discuss my paying attention problem. I think I might need pills. Specifically little orange ones that are NOT the time release ones. Not that I know anything about that stuff. I mean. I do. I went to college. But like yeah. Drug abuse is bad and the DARE officer loves you and the cops didn't bash that boy's face in at the OSU riot (Google) but I mighta bashed his face in too who knows.

This right here is the last part:
I hope it's good where you're at. I am happier than I ever dreamed possible and I wish the same for every one of you.

Kisses to the kissable.

Dap to all the rest.

bsmith. barenaked soul one asdf after another. like a factory up in here.

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Hi. I will tell you what I know and what I do not know:

1. What I know: I know that I know a bunch of hot women who would give me ass if I made the move. I also know that MMDBC will throw me out if I do it.

2. What I don't know: Why my supermegaimportant orgasms have anything to do with how badly their happenings would hurt you, baby? YouknowIonlyloveu.

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here is something else we can talk about: let's say for example in an imaginary world - not a real one like this one - you were writing a training script for some imaginary huge company. the reason you are writing the script and not someone who works for the imaginary company is called outsourcing. outsourcing means we don't want to pay you insurance or anything like that. basically, we just want you to work until you cannot and then die without us coming out of pocket.

anyway. so the video is a sexual harrassment video. and you are watching the company's old video to base yours on. and the chick in the video, the presenter or lecturer or whatevertheycallher is wearing a short skirt; long legs; high heels; and has giant bosoms with the entire cleavage dept available for perusal. also. you think that you may have seen her in MILF porn before.

which leads to a little investigating. which leads to no conclusive evidence. but a nice morning orgasm. if, that is, by nice you mean in front of a computer all by yourself.

like i said. imaginary world.

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gfymbsmf

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Sugarplum eat donkeydick
ride my tomorrow into tomorrow
like the 60's like Jim Morrison
and when tv was brand new in color.

What if the world was like only dreams

man

And what if your mom got on and rode rode rode?