breath and whisper

there are a few times that a smell of dogfood and the sweat of foot will remind you of wakefulness.

unfortunately for you, that time is now. at least for me.


some how i am capable of spellchecks and backspaces.

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1-4 i have such a limited time, or do I?, within the realm of 2 jobs. it is hard, considerably, i mean come on i work two jobs where i am utlimately, wiping some rich guys ass. Either as a private corp. dishwasher who gets to divulge in having ridiculously hot chicks working with him or as a fart time banquet prep cook that gets all the amenities that fat guy could want.

its hard. i work 16 hour days because i know, deep down, that i want the money, thus defining a subconscious need for money, so i can move sooner than later.

but i also know i need sex. good, hard sex. and lo though the vixens who dance around me are wanton, i can balance the need for moolah$$$ and sex.

or can i?

its a hard dependeture. like typing here to try and get you, the sparse reader, to understand my thinking. my lines of thought.

my needs and wants.

for truly i need not only a woman, but one who continuously entices me, and I her.

a hard bargain.

but thankfully restrictually unimpossible.

hjhow many exponential negatives was that? enough to get you thinking for a second longer....


stretch your mind....





PS: were any spelling mistakes intentional or nonexistant? uh oh! memoriy reprisal!