SHE -an old poem i wrote when i was a teen

she is the hunted to feed to his pride

to kiss and to capture so she can comply

she is the prey for the drive in his thighs

feeding his ego so his purpose survives

when love turns to hate

she left. i found a new one. man, what can happen in three months time. 8 years down the shitter. new beginning started. such a strange and unexpected year. i have an odd curious excitement that is a bit frightening. and a lot of bitterness still here. what to do? what to do?

hey bitches.

i forgot all about this blog with all the changes in my life. missed you.