This sure is a lot of complaining, for someone who gets so elated, to see the road and be in it. I make my own problems and wrap everyone up with me, then blame everyone and swallow the key because I don’t hear all the blaming and pleas.
It’s so pretty when it’s spread wide open, and I love the smell and the feeling of hopeless, tasting it becomes my only focus. I forget everything and swim in your ocean.
And you’re right, I have these two lives, and I promise I try to not let my dick do so much leading the blind, but I still fuck up, acting kind, and I don’t pull out and cum inside.
Fuck man, I’ve said this all before, you get ten people in a room and eight of them are whores.