Reading from this site gives a man a chance to be his own man, bound only by
his best intent for himself and others.
Well done, all around. A way to be Gentle Men.
I can't say who I am anymore because I cannot express it with so little time left in my life.
I'm not a monk because that woman I saw after lunch clearly could have fucked me if she indicated her necessity.
I'm not a ghost anymore because I was seen desirous of a woman and others witnessed it to my dismay.
I almost, kind of liked a woman today.
So what! I'm a sucker for nice legs and a short skirt. Big deal.
She couldn't talk about recent events. Only her shit and her special hole.
She was almost obscene and in her own special way abysmal.
I went, MEH and moved toward my goals. What a bore.
Who cares if she takes her clothes off for money?
She pays me for my services and I'm not her honey.
I don't need to kiss anyone good night, so I sleep peacefully.
In flight, now I'm free. I am the pilot and she pays a fee.
I'm not who she wants me to be. I can't and I won't do THAT for any fee...
I am who I say I am and do what I'm here to do, freely.
I might be crazy
Some have called me a troll,
I don't bleed out of my hole,
Random rants go where they need to be.
Now, what do I call me?