bby I got a stew goin!

[walking back into the corner store] I've detected a couple percentages that I think you missed when you were labeling the can

needy mutt that desperately needs to teethe. knelt close to you on all fours with their head between your lap on the couch. it's clear that they want the attention with the way they rub their head back and forth against your knee, almost methodically grinding their jaw on the joint to relieve the pressure, whining in the hopes that their handler will eventually realize what they want and give up their arm.

street dog activities persist of day drinking and meandering aimlessly across the concrete

hot enough to stroke the heat back, stop sweating there and whip it out already

feeling up the homies in public by pulling on their jean pockets and hugging them by their hips (I need money for the ice cream truck, it's gonna leave in like 3 minutes c'mon just gimme a couple bucks)

painfully waiting for object permanence to settle back in so I can stop clutching at my shirt collar every ten minutes and getting hot for no reason

lust is one of the most pitiful, shameful, and most humiliating things to feel

I'm only worried about meat in my mouth right now. I don't care if it hurts. I just want it.

IT'S RAINING. RRAAAAAAAAAUUGHGHHHHGGHGH.

there's a big difference between being mad at someone and being genuinely tired of their bullshit. like I need you to understand that there is no room whatsoever for anymore anger big dawg. at this point? I am weary. I am not frustrated. I legit feel my good grooves getting sucked out my ass right now and I don't know how else to tell you that without getting another bad reaction.

I've been fighting for my life for the last couple of hours and the only thing that's kept me clinging to the ledge is going to the bathroom and seeing that my ass looks fatter than usual

atp I think I just need to bite someone. gnaw a little bit, you know. to relieve the obvious oral fixation I have.

the usual words of affection don't have the same twang that they used to. I wanna be called someone's brave little soldier.