job, art, pussy

I quite job. So money dry in june. Maybe sleep with suga mamma again. Maybe i getting too old for suga mammas. Dick still good. Strong. not mandingo but errr. I do what i want. America no?

Party. So there was an interesting brute and a beautiful face half severed hair tossed aside. Red cups, red lights, lolipop and a youtube dance floor blunder. Minus the this and minus the that. no more than life has to offer and tonight, that night, i'm not actually stuck between fake blabber with boring people of exciting times. But still people can always be greater. If they choose not to be greater, then i choose to be nothing. Boring.

I miss pussy. Its been time. I saw some stupid hipster art this weekend. Some temple bullshit then some bookstore in chinatown. Both where embarrassing but then im getting old. saw a girl around the hood. mexican girl. too young, but very cute with much potential. i give her 4 years then i be up in her shit, she be 17 then. i talked to gangster rap producer on phone other day. i thought my diction fucked. he just fucking alien. what! nevermind. i felt like faggot talking to real nigga. the other day i realize nigga art misunderstood for nigger art. No. art world need tupac. maybe its me, maybe its not. if we can take the record industry we can take the art world.

i need a cute girl with salsa hips and the smile of the devil. Doggy-style has never meet our romance. Missionary, legs up, you can giggle in my face seconds before nibble on your upper lip and and then dip my fingers in your mouth. warm feels good.