this is going to be a big major flow of thoughts. some liquid light realtime universe shit.
-eating olives at 12:26 AM
-new day, new fuck
new day, new man.
-that's what i meant
-you're thnking "here we go" i'm thinking "i've already went"
-how can i hit on my tumblr crush without CREEPING on him. i just think he's the bee's knees! start a fan tumblr?
-is this meaning anything to anyone?
-fuck strangers fuck strangers fuck strangers.
-i'm on the same path right now that ended up in a suicide attempt. so like, let's try to not make that happen. YEAH I"LL GET RIGHT ON IT. You know. Is it disaster sex, or is it just sex. Just once, i'd like to meet someone IRL and make conversation and then maybe not have sex, but still know they're gay.
Basically i'd like to hang out with gay art hippies. (ooze doogie I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE GIVE ME A LAYER OF YORU SKIN TO COMPLETE MY ALTAR!)
I TYPE SO MANY WORDS BUT not sure if anyone reads this.
am i wasting my time doing this all online
i need a role model
i need a panel of judges, of role models, that i can run ideas by them. I've built them in my head.... i have... my parents, friends, a few work ppl. i need to make more gym friends. and by more i mean any. You know. wwhy couldn't that be a thing?
mostly i just want to hang around on couches with straight dudes and get stoned and watch terrible television.
Dudez of the world????LLLLL": diret me to your drug dealer