Cupid’s A Chubby Little Asshole …

HE DOESN’T KNOW JACK SQUAT ABOUT LOVE LOST®

Preservation Of Selfdom … Takes The Cake, Swallows The Enchilada Whole, And Whacks-A-Mole-Otta-The-Piñata … Cryptically-Speaking.

My First, My Last, My Only Option … Is To Bet On Self, Again – It’s Called Faith, Darling – But, That’s Not A Gamble Now Is It?

Whenever I Slip, Slide Away From God’s Cradle Searching For My True Authentic Self (Yawn, Gulp, Boo-Hoo, Yadacetera) … He Pulls Me Back In, Time’s Me Out, Says (Paraphrase The Divine / #Blasphemous):

“Listen You Little Shit … Don’t Fuck This Up, Again!”

FUN FACT CONFESSION OBESSION DERAILMENT

“I Don’t Love Easily Or Necessarily Well Enough All The Way To The End, But My Starts Are A Thing Of Wonder And Beauty … Hell There It Was – Unknowable As Ever Staring Me In The Eyes – Love’s Bad Timing Is Asshole Cupid’s Unfunny Practical Joke …

Where’d It Come From? – Poof – Where’d It Go?  I Hardly Knew Ya.

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Sweet Temptations

MY APPETITE FOR SINFUL CONSUMPTION

Is Insatiable … 

When it comes to ingesting All The Wrong Stuff.

I let myself off the hook at the slightest flirtation with decadence.

Enabling temptation with weakness as I inevitably fall prey to desire. Continue reading “Sweet Temptations”

Play Nice

“YA DA-UHM PHA-UHK”

Is What I Heard Him Say …    

Annunciated phonics.

Clever.

Delivered in a dialect void of thought, reason and purpose.

I doubt Hope was anywhere to be found … and Forgiveness as foreign as Love … in his hub of a miserable life.

Brandishing Hate – at will – fermented by misdirected rage was all he could offer leaning through the open window of his pick up truck. Continue reading “Play Nice”