Man, my fucking back really fucking hurts.
It's my lower back that hurts tonight.
But fuck that.
Did I tell you that I shaved my head?
Did I tell you that I got a giant dragon tattoo on my back?
Did I tell you that I just ate two peanut butter sandos at three in the morning?
What is it about me and three in the morning.
It's like I don't start feeling awake until three in the morning.
And more importantly, why do I find actress Jane Adams so incredibly sexy?

Jane Adams, the actress that I find incredibly sexy, and maybe I should write her a fan letter and tell her my true feelings, or better yet, maybe I should write some fan fiction where Jane Adams and I are stranded alone together on some desert island where our lives alone together are like the plot of an FX sitcom, where we can say shit once an episode and have fleeting blurred glimpses of my ass, and on and on and on and on and on, then suddenly ... I wake up in a cold sweat, my wife by my side, a wife that looks nothing like Jane Adams, and then I really honestly wake up for real listening to some song by Steve Earle, or Sheryl Crow, or They Might Be Giants, or the Pogues, or the Ditty Bops, or Jenny Lewis, or the Old 97s.
The end, while I am still ahead.
And how did I get tangled up in all these wires?

tittle says it all. well since i can't send him mail ill have to say publicly that he is one nasty ass mother fucker. you just go ahead and try to disrespect another girl and we are gonna give you hell mr big shot. you sick perverted cunt.

I can't wrap my head around HOW she is so confident and seemed completely unfazed about being in Africa for the first time. Yes she has done this in the Dominican republic and Cuba for 2 years, but it seems like since this is her first in Africa and Haiti she should be stuttering and blushing and instead she was owning it as if she has been in that same province for five years already.

Holy mother full of grace,

Bless my girlfriends sexy face,

keep her from the boys I hate,

For we were meant to be soul mates,

The sweetest flower, decadent with all your thorns,
Sweeter than honey, softer than a spring storm,
Unbound by beauty itself, you never cease to amaze,
I can see true love every time I meet your gaze.

A voice the sweetest song, please won't you sing,
The cure to my cancer, you heal everything,
They'll never understand what you really mean to me,
You're the reason I still walk, speak, and breathe.

The softest skin, lighter than an angel's grace,
I instantly light up, every time I see your face,
Inexplainable m'angel, you have amazing taste,
And in this heart of mine, you'll always have a place.

You're the once unattainable, every man's greatest dream,
A magical stitch that holds me together at the seams,
They'll never understand why we continue to be,
Its because you're the reason I still walk, speak, and breathe.

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh

So true funny how it seems
always in time, but never in line for dreams
Head over heels when toe to toe
This is the sound of my soul,
this is the sound
I bought a ticket to the world,
but now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line
Oh I want the truth to be said

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true

With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue
dissolve the nerves that have just begun
Listening to Marvin (all night long)
This is the sound of my soul,
this is the sound

Always slipping from my hands,
sand's a time of its own
Take your seaside arms and write the next line
Oh I want the truth to be known

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true

I bought a ticket to the world,
but now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line
Oh I want the truth to be said

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true
This much is true
I know, I know, I know this much is true

Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his fingers
where they do not belong.
What made these men think, she
is just a sex object, a toy that could be
put on display, and taken whenever they
like.
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
Proud she is though, that she hasnt
given in, hasnt let a man touch where
he shouldnt be.
She feels men looking, wanting her
for an object just for sex, an object
that men can thrust, and walk away,
when all she wanted was to be held.
She is no object for sex, so close your
mind, and forget what you want, she is
a woman, she deserves more respect.

A world of hatred, fear, greed. They are just fragments to the evils that keep our world apart. There is one small haven on the vast Internet were sentient creatures can mingle as equals, a place known as Spinchat.