#straight james

Youth is a dancer, dancing in a knife, And below is fire that ages, and marks you. The elders wait in the fire, looking up at The cunts and cocks in full bloom.

Sometimes two brothers split. Their looks are so similar They could be twins, But inside, one takes the dark Road, and one takes the light.

She is one who has been so disappointed by life, she had to create her own world.

Today, there are two types of rebels: those that fight the system outright, and those that walk the line between acceptance of the system, and destruction of the system.

That's the problem with idols, they become communal, and the lame and boring take them for their own purposes.

Because this mask Has been branded, My face underneath, The one they call “me,” Can be a naughty face. He is the face That drips with cum, And glistens with pussy. A secret devil beneath The slick surface Of the Gucci smile.