I'm drunk and I can't hold an erectionShe's fat and she's naked in my bedI say 'you are fat'And she starts cryingI feel like a total jerkShe's fat, she's naked in my bed and nowShe's crying as wellMy timid hard-on of course disappearsWait, I meant it like something sweetLike, Winnie the Pooh is fat and he is cuteShe won't take that bullshitIt's of course drunk blabber I just made upShe's fatShe's nakedShe's cryingBut she ain't...
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Thursday, 13 August 2009
Monday, 1 December 2008
at 10:20 | 0 comments | svensson
envious jealous impotent
gertrude stein can tell you what the box is like in her modish lavish style — i can tell you what living inside a box is. nothing to be proud of. nothing to brag about. twenty five square feet —bathroom included— of pure solitude and seclusion. t.s. eliot can break new literary grounds, win praise, the nobel prize, change the poetry world forever writing about a waste land — i can tell you what living in a real waste land is,...
Friday, 1 August 2008
at 15:12 | 0 comments | svensson
decline, stagnate
on a friday i decline, in the weekend i stagnate; funny you should ask 'cause you eat and yet you starve, looking dull behind those inch thick spectacles. a myriad reasons i could cite for being uncontent, unconvinced, unpleasant, unmarried, unscrupulous; girls always turn their backs on me. rejection, sometimes, makes you even stronger, self sufficient. so another weekend's coming and you have no plans, no friends, no nothing....
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