Wrap your mouth around this...

 

...it's my penis.

 

Did a year ago I see myself here ? No, I'd sworn it'd be over. The heat, the scortched earth, the acid rain and the stinging fumes. The endless days and the sleepless nights. And here I am signing up for more. But with a hell of an advantage. I've got back up this time around. In two weeks and a diner's time, a few confidences from both sides, I've made myself the best of ramparts against hardships.

That, a little song, and a common goal. Support. Thank you.

Right now a few sentences are going round in my head.

"You have impeccable timing and a gift for romantic style that would be hard found outside of the meaninglessness of choreographed pop-cinema. Yet its real, and you are real and that authenticity in the face of such bullshit that we live thought gives you extra credit. Do not question yourself up or down, merely sideways. This may not make sense now, and if so i doubt it ever will - it is just more of the amazing shit stream that is life. It is your job to enjoy it. "

It makes so much sense. 

What am I looking for in life ? Straightforward honesty, nothing else.

 

Wrap your mouth around this, and suck hard. I'm coming.