It’s a heavy day in America
And I should have plenty of material to work with
I start to vent about it
But then
I notice a beautiful woman
With no bra
Huge tits
And her nipples showing through her shirt
All of the heaviness
It’s forgotten
And my cock takes over
I suppose that is one way
Not to let this culture
Weigh you down
Thanks ma’am
For having big boobs
You have pulled me out of this slump today.
-C.H.
“Someone said once— —the responsible thing to do here would be to look up who actually said it before writing about it. Give credit where credit is due, dude. You’d want your words to be treated that
It is what it is . . . And I never learn I just burn My bridges And call it living I just stay Sinning And I can’t keep forgiving myself For letting down myself These repeated patterns Scream at me To
The aura of the man Was growing It had been brewing Dimly glowing Holding onto the thread of a dream Bottled in the deep It raged like the sea does when she is hungry It went wild like a child can It
