These Guys are Doing it Wrong...

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Apparently, some of the guys wear “hoodies” according to the news reporter at the end of the piece. what a fucking twat she is.

These guys want the rock hard abz. It’s true the ladies swoon for this type of look, just don’t climb on top ladies, you might crack their fucking chests in.

LOL. Anorexia in Males. Fags. (stated in a Bill Burr voice or w/ CK Lewis intention)

I use to rock the heroin chic look, not because I wanted to necessarily, it was a bi-product of liquor, cigarettes, and surrounding myself w/ coke hungry exotic dancers. When I did it it was more of a “Jane’s Addiction” lifestyle verses this faggotry.

I do feel bad for the dead kid and his mom though, it is a disease, nobody intents for this shit to spiral that out of control. he did have nice abz though.

http://dailynightly.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/02/22/10477185-boys-dying-to-be-thin-the-new-face-of-anorexia

The positive in all this…I’m going to listen to some of my old Jane’s Addiction and Porno for Pyros shit!!! Sick bass line!!! I use to get my fuck on to this song…a lot, cool paintings, spray paint w/ closed windows.

I did the interior of this sick studio apartment for this freaky little artist chic, painted her whole living room area different shades of gray, bedroom candy pink w/ silver barb wire around the walls, i made the wire appear to recede and come forward throughout the 360 of the room. funtimes…the paint got me high as giraffe pussy.

Jane's Addiction- Ted, Just Admit It... - YouTube

one more…

not porno for pyros but some blind melon…i figured save this thread from being all about skinny faggy dudes.

chime in about my insensitivity or to discuss drinking water and eating three almonds a day. OR

OR

list some great fucking tunes similar to these bad ass mother fuckers…

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this thread needs stuff like this too…

i know/knew a few women like example A. - I painted her bedroom, then had an O.J. and a Marlboro for breakfast.

(don’t try and call me out on this stuff, i’m in a self-amusement/nostalgic modality

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the music variable here…it must inspire creativity and inspire you to fuck well and with vigor.

lighter stuff, playful nights, passion…harder darker stuff, the nights you scarred up your legs, back, i have dig marks in my back, scars that remain. I remember one dalliance, I thought i was sweating, she clawed my bald head, blood streaming down my face…

crazy shit.

that was to this type of shit, in fact… my super special Mrs. still has scars on her knees and toes, rug burn to this track below.

this one is a rug burner, sunlight breaking through the window, winter morning, sore and drained from all night. all night.

I’ve got to get back to this type of living, one way or another.

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one more, this was actually the rug burner…

please don’t take this thread as ego driven, i’m just riffing to myself tonight…the music is taking me cool places. those who brag about sexual trists…from my experience are usually not truthful and/or never get or understand the whole experience.

A. to B. in a straight line w/ end game Orgasm. this is not that. It is the journey.

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I’m 12 and what is this. I think I saw a nipple. First time everrrrrr

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How high are you brah?

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[quote]Vicomte wrote:
How high are you brah?[/quote]

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Hey! Lay off Cy, will you guys?

His brain is naturally 100x faster than most here. Definitely creative as hell.

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thanks ID, yeah guys lay off, i’m sensitive. truth is…how high was i while writing this crap above…not high. it’s amazing that some of us can think creatively, abstractly, differently w/out drugs.

vicomte should know i’m not high, i believe count is the high guy on these forums. as for state champ, i suppose a screen name of state champ is his tell w/out him even knowing it’s a tell.

i use to live a crazy lifestyle, as a get older i just like to take inventory once and again. this song was playing as i got my grilled chicken sub, double meat form subway. it’s one of my favorites by them, haunting in a good way.

reminds me of any love that got away, changed forms, was destroyed or dissolved, but still resides within us somewhere. some connections remain years after, years after.

“i turned on the lights, the tv, and the radio…still i cannot escape the ghost of you. Passion or coincidence prompted you to stay…left you in the vacuum of my heart.” this is good writing, good lyrics.

And more in line w/ my sex/passion shit in this thread…i like this song