About this user
i'm just your average Poet with an IQ of 150, you know i hope that some day a girl will whisk me off my feet, marry me, carry me over the threshold and pop my anal hymen and climax before i get a chance too. you know, come to think of it, i think my youth pastor already did that when i was 7, so i guess i'll have my anal hymen popped all over again, it's Just Like Starting Over, i guess we're Two Virgins living a Life with the Lions.
NOTICE: that last bit was a John Lennon reference. this has been a message from your friendly neighborhood pothead. had this been an emergency high tides would reign down on you like the flood of a female erotica writer.
NOTICE II: there are female everything you know, females who are males and males who are females, not to mention the ones whose genders are in transition.
yeah, big kinds, small kinds, all kinds of kinds, mankind stinkin' in a jar of formaldehyde, play it again Sam, and lay another one down on me, cuz this is the real shit, i am a train, one without age, and in front of me i see nothing but open land, we trudge along the rusted tracks, hoping that where we go is better than where we've been, and even though there's no guarantee anything will be different, trudge we do, for i am a train, i only go where these rails take me
NOTICE III:
It Would Seem Obvious, but it's Not Polite to Leave Nasty Little Comments on Someone's Actual Profile. If You Are Feeling Friction with Someone, Come to Them Like an Adult and Calmly State Your Dispute with Them. The Person Will More Than Likely be Responsive to Your Inquiry, and Water Can be Left Under the Bridge, Where it Belongs. That Was a Metaphor for Myself, Do Not Send Angry Messages, They Will Not Be Replied as of April 22, 2009. This Has Been a Message from Your Friendly Neighborhood Pothead, Had This Been an Emergency, Green Grass and High Tides Would Have Reigned Down on All of Us Like The Fury of a Female Erotica Writer.