im just tryna find some time tryna line my stars without getting hit by cars that i cant drive at night or alone i just sit at home wishing i could bone every guy that i see online cos if he’s fine then he’s fine and also will not be mine i draw the line i got work to get but instead i stay on the internet when i should med myself into not being fed to increase my chances of getting head from cute teenage boys and rich old men who like to spend all of their cred on getting slutty twinks into their beds or their dungeons in the woods where they take little boys for good and when he tells me that i should take my hood off i’ll fantasize about how i wish he would stop talking about all the things that could not ever compare to me but he’s a good top ten contender for me my head is so foggy cos he bangs it on the bedpost when he’s all the way inside me
i think that i should be in his place because i really dont wanna play if i’m not winning this powergame feel his tongue go right up in flames
i drink his cum and taste all the shame can you blame him when you think about why he came skullfucked to death take the brain like he takes dick sucks it down champagne cos even though he feels the pain he likes to feign a smile for me faggot in denial bleeding out and he is so horny rinse him off and put him back on the shelf til morning take him down and he adores me keep him there until he’s boring find a new one and ignore him