The Chicken or the Egg?

The old adage: Which came first? The Chicken or the Egg? IMO? Who gives a Fuk? If its the egg? Sunnyside up baby!!! If it's the chicken? Give me Wingz & Bleu Cheese on the side...

“Until You Get Tired of Me…”

But over and over again it remains an empty promise. The very fact that it is obviously an answer to a question from somebody that is looking for a provider speaks volumes about the power dynamic between both parties. It's most often a response any provider pledges when they are looking to just survive.

And It Beginz…

This shit is not ez- gotta weed out the heroin addicts, the pimps, the slaves, the absolutely weird ass motherfuckersz that think any hole will sell. It’s a rat race. Every dick wants pussy- or a hole to call home.

I HAVE a LIFE

My mother died on Pearl Harbor day- the 7th of December, 2013. And today is December 13, eight years and six days further down that stream of life we try to corral, but never can. So it's fitting that I think of her as I begin this project. That's neither good, bad, or ominous. It just fits that relationship is all. You'll figure it out sooner or later. The abused always return to the abuser. Go kick you dog and find out- or plz don't because I love dogs. So don't.

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