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2. But my dog loves me. What else I need?
 
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on. I don't believe any of you guys, except I've slept with some girls I thought must be retarded too. Not retarded girls, though I guess there's nothing wrong with that. It's been awhile (why am I talking like Rick Grimes in my head... ) i would never commit suicide out of cowardis, how do you spell cowardis? But I have a deep fear of losing my fucking marbles, one day all the voices are there and then I just can't get back. There's only been three books that ever scared me, haunt my soul. I almost wish I never read, but that's exactly my game.
 
For my age, 48, I'm probably an 8. I'm lean and muscular with abs. Bald but good looking and a nice shaped head. Still get lots of attention from women so I'm happy as hell. Stay in shape gents. It works wonders.
 
KoChang said:
For my age, 48, I'm probably an 8. I'm lean and muscular with abs. Bald but good looking and a nice shaped head. Still get lots of attention from women so I'm happy as hell. Stay in shape gents. It works wonders.
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fuck off shill

Good for you brother. I get the feeling you're probably a 9 with that attitude.

or you might be a fat old woman, what do i know.

Just don't wear speedos. Or do. I need to get something to drink
 
I'll bet you haven't fucked to this before, I haven't either, but it's on the list

 
Drunken Meat Fist said:
fuck off shill

Good for you brother. I get the feeling you're probably a 9 with that attitude.

or you might be a fat old woman, what do i know.

Just don't wear speedos. Or do. I need to get something to drink
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Thank you? I'm confused.
 
haha, I'm sorry, I meant well but I could see it was coming off the tracks in my head, there's suprisingly or not surprisingly little that inters my head that doesn't hit send. I have to live with this shit all the time, I always feel like the world's best tennis player, just like three decades earlier, I'm swatting tennis balls from a dead European who hasn't even scratched his dog or had his coffee. I understand that I should probably be locked up, but that day will end the story. Coming here has always been tapping a vein, if I'm not here, it's the exact

same shit just in a room. I went to Walgreens last night and the fat girl gave me the shine, and a comment about stepping out. Even in my addled head, it took awhile. Sometimes when I buy shit I have tendency to pick up a birthday card or sorry for your loss or whatever and ask for a pen and as the line behind me shifts their weight, I write a smarmy love note, or "new jeans?" or "I'll be outside," or

some stupid shit. I don't get out much. I figured out she thought she was special, she is, but there's a crazy German woman on the morning shift, who've I've been doing this to and she think's I'm John Lennon, she does the most random shit like she's in the middle of ringing up shit, and she drops what she's doing to take me over to the candy aisle and show shit's 75% off. I know I have a tendency to lean into hyperbole and the obstreperous, but I can't exaggerate the relationship. This has probably been going on a year, and I can honestly say I don't think either of us has understood a single fucking word we've said to each other. It's kinda beautiful. It's sad underneath it that a mindliess idiot who struggles to put on clothes can come up and hug you in front of people when we've never met, and now your a muse. I was never remotely attracted to her, but the accent slays me, and the fact that she has a thing for me, I've subconsciously

pictured her in a different light. I woke up from a sweaty mouth trazadone dream the other day and the only spidery concept in my foggy dew was, God, don't snap her bra, the seed is planted by the man with the hatchet, and one day I'm gonna be getting some certs and I'm gonna go around like I'm buying some teenage copehagen and I'm gonna stick my hand up her shirt and undo her bra. This is nothing I want to do, and likely won't happen, but like an old Italian witch, it's in the air now. I've taken the hat off the cop who's arresting me and put it on my head, the unimaginable shit I've done and do on a daily basis. It's amusing, and to other people, you just don't see a guy who genuinely doesn't give a fuck, but would take

off your shoe and paint your toenails. if's off-putting for people to see someone who's actually looking at them and wondering about their life. I used to be always suicidal, but the thought of my random benevolence being taken out by my own hands seems tragic and sad. Kerouac and Cassady and the boys are all gone, i carry them with me to the obvious degree, I count the railroad tracks when i'm alone. It hurts my mind that without them i wouldn't be here on an almost daily basis, but knowing I would fit in somewhere with the gang in the day and time whether they existed or not. This is it.
 
KoChang said:
For my age, 48, I'm probably an 8. I'm lean and muscular with abs. Bald but good looking and a nice shaped head. Still get lots of attention from women so I'm happy as hell. Stay in shape gents. It works wonders.
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So true. My dad is 78 and is banging a 50 yr old. He runs 4 miles a day. Legs look like a 25 yr old. Basically Fauci but taller and more honest lol.
 
there's girl, she has a complicated set-up, she's not THE girl, and she's not A girl. She's sweet, but she doesn't get me at all, which is attractive, but I see her struggling with concept of being attracted to me, and that hurts. I jotted off a poem to her the other day, and the next day she hugged me and was crying. I imagine that's pretty universally attractive. But I think she's someone who's trying to get their life together, ..probably has a Maya Angelou book within reach, Edgar A. Guest pablum, it takes a heap o livin to make a house a home, I can see her asking periodically, I wonder what you're thinking about...man, you can't ask that. That's a given. Used to be, the last 4, things are good, the future's uncertain and the end is always near, let it roll, just don't say the L word,,,and after awhile the L word. One time Tachy flew up, I was carrying this nurse up the steps from a bonfire and she said it, and it was like someone shot me with a gun. I'm not sure I even meant it at that point, we fucked and had a good time, but it was over. I don't know why. I still have her note, what did I do, I'm sorry, this is silly, this isn't happening. And then finally she flew back to Oregon to be with her sick dad. All she wanted to do was be with a guy who didn't treat her like shit, I never opened the door but she was putting vodka in the freezer and cooking up soup. How does the goofy Christian joke go "Why didn't you save me from drowning o Lord?" - I sent you a fucking boat. The irony of kicking away a nurse bothers me. Neither here nor there, but amusing anecdote.

I was in a sad way, and my cousin popped over to see how shit was going, and she said, get we're going out, I want you to meet somebody. We go to this outdoor street party, I meet her friend, a couple cocktails. Literally, the next thing I know, swear to God, I'm standing naked in the street at the back of a truck with the topper up and tailgate down, I mean what the fuck happens in the brain to make that the moment for a synapse to click. I remember clean as day, I remember not understanding why the fuck am I naked in the streets yelling at kids, and as I'm trying to process the mouth says, "Would you kids Shut the Fuck up, I'm trying to Fuck over here," And they stopped in their tracks 3 guys and a girl, and instead of what you would expect, it was Holy Fuck Dude, Sorry, you are fucking awesome! laughter. And then I'm still naked in the street as they jamble off, looking away at the night sky. I'm fucking naked in the street looking at the stars, I've gotta turn around at some point. I have absolutely no idea what's behind me, just a biological hardon in the moonlight attached to a blotzo lunatic. I turn around, it's the nurse, it's her truck, we made a bed out some coats, she's naked and laughing and just does the hither fingers. I think we were together two months. The break up card is two feet away in a drawer. She wasn't the one, there's fucking something that goes on inside that steers the ship, you don't consciously have to agree with. I wish they were all here, almost daily. You don't have to trust but you have to respect the man inside with the hatchet. - That's my angle on a Mickey Rourke.
 
I asked my wife and she said I'm a ten, but she's blind.
 
It's raining today and it's winter so it's pretty cold.
 
I'm looking up crap and one says the Carl Mayer, what, enthusiastic participant award nominee, the little miss third semi-annual lower Kentucky fourth place baloney water gift gulp switcheroo serenade bestie award.

Nevermind,
 
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