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Coffee and cigarettes.
On Sunday, Mar. 19, 2006 at 9:26 p.m.

I want to fuck somebody.

That is an innapropriate thought. I know. Society frowns upon such thoughts. I have no prospects. No flirtees. No boyfriend.

I'm lonely. I want to kiss. To be touched. To fuck.

It was only January when I liked him. Only a month and a half ago. Maybe I would fuck him if he would fuck me but it really wouldn't work.

I am too vulgar and redundant as usual. I want to drink, then have sex, then have a cigarette.

I want to drive until the sun comes up. To get anywhere but here.

I want to fuck someone.

I do not want to wait. But I am.



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