and, excuse the self-tooting here, I thought some shit was pretty nice:
I don't purport to have all the answers, but I'm asking all the questions.
I'm a monogamist, not a misogynist, but I do hate women.
Not a humorous, but I am hilarious.
Then on the way home, I turned my Superuknown cd to "Like Suicide" and began spittin some raw shit, knamin?!
Don't wanna take off your bra miss, just want you to take it off then we commence in the same act done for centuries. See (at this point I figured out something) nobody questions this but we have a problem loving more than once.
What struck me during the latter session is how inauthentic we feel all intense experiences after an initial, blissful experience are. People have been fucking for ages, whats so special about your orgasm? The fact that you feel it, and you alone feel it is special. Who remembers the first time they tried their favorite food, or any food that induced a most pleasureful reaction? No fucking one. Not me at least. But I know I still love food, and I still want sex. And if I can still long for such things that are as natural as that, then why should I give up on love only because it hasn't worked out for me a few times?
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