June 2, 2011

drowning in a sea of goatcunt

dear raining in the gardens of love diary,

ever get dizzy when you kiss? it might be from the mother fucker's bad breath. you never do know. i think that's what happened with me. i thought it was love. it's okay if you laugh out loud. i do- at times- i never cry anymore. but i used to. that was before i found out i was a whore. fuck if that didn't change everything. once i got the perspective from old cuntface on how it really was, how i am, shit, how it all was, aww hail, ain't nothing ever been the same. i feel free now- liberated- and i have money. when she told me i was a whore and i took that under advisement- it opened up a whore new world for me. that one five letter word has given me definition and purpose in life- like never before. once, an old mean but very wise goat told me that sometimes people come into other peoples lives for specific reasons. while i never kissed that mean goat, i do often remember what he said. maybe i should have fucked the goat that day when he blasted, "what do you want me to do, fuck you?" ewwww. no way. only a whore would have done that and i didn't know i was a whore yet. back then. i didn't forget either.... SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE ....and y'all thought i was slippin.