check the teleport:
neighbors,
since when does the horoscope use the term dissed?!
and how long did it take the cosmos to align it's head out of it's A*,
in order to notice that it's been an unholy dry spell, nay, a critical drought,
in regards to the obvious inaccessible lack of hard-style pounding?
the secret universal plan is spelling it out,
in specific unmistakable certain terms-
i need love.
awwwwww, man!.
but just where is the kismet-enhanced venusian love-sauce lurking?
who F*ing knows!
it's sure not waiting spread-eag' in the next room,
and it's not likely to be lounging about next door, either.
mysteries, my ninjas, are what's abounding in the resoundingly empty beds
of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
real talk, y'all-
where oh where are all the white women at?
sh!!!!!!t,
how about the ethnically non-specific ladies of love, lust, and luxury?
i can't tell if a come-hither index, or a stiff little middle finger
is the correct non-verbal gesture to the ephemeral archaic goddess of freaky-diki deeds.
or maybe it should a thumbs up?
not for a show of approval,
but more of a display of willingness to participate in some hitchhiking.
y'know?
i'm ready to ride, my ninjas.
be it shotgun, or, preferably backseat-romping-style;
and as far as payment goes,
weeeelllll,
i have neither gas nor grass,
but i don't expect to travel for free, if you feel me.
...indeed.
ah well,
it's all always really happening,
or at least,
everything but that kind of thing is;
never quiet, never soft.....
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