NOLOVEMACHINE 1 : Tatoos Are Not My Way.
I don't know why I still give a fuck over J (not the real name). First, J never came from one of those elite schools which was a standard I observed since childhood and loathed since I entered the pseudo-liberated university atmosphere. Nonetheless, I was amused to the fact where in subdued cases, these people who came from "the schools" should be either, read : rich or intelligent , hence , if they're not rich, at least they are intelligent for I pity the rich and nonsense. J, in the first place was not anywhere near those characteristics. I can say that she is , by far, have some profound deep understanding of some things, cited by the example of which films she'd seen or which she would like to see. I bet. If she only paid attention to schooling or at least could shell out a few hundred thousand bucks for college, I could be on my way, fantasizing of sandstorms with J.
I don't know why I still give a fuck over J (not the real name). First, J never came from one of those elite schools which was a standard I observed since childhood and loathed since I entered the pseudo-liberated university atmosphere. Nonetheless, I was amused to the fact where in subdued cases, these people who came from "the schools" should be either, read : rich or intelligent , hence , if they're not rich, at least they are intelligent for I pity the rich and nonsense. J, in the first place was not anywhere near those characteristics. I can say that she is , by far, have some profound deep understanding of some things, cited by the example of which films she'd seen or which she would like to see. I bet. If she only paid attention to schooling or at least could shell out a few hundred thousand bucks for college, I could be on my way, fantasizing of sandstorms with J.
Have I not?
Of course, I did. While on the theatre, gazing at J's powerful smiles (fuck, cliche). Her laugh that made her sign on her head "I'm a queer" appear as boldly as her tatoo beyond her ass.
"Lift it baby". I ordered. Lift the damn jeans so I could see that tatoo just beyond your ----. Hmm. This is getting blatant.
I mean, after three years, you were the only one who could give me nightmares, I was scared at you. Scared that you are possible to screw me, because you remained ungentle and insensitive of my infatuation towards you. And yes, J. Two words. ---- --. Whatever those six letters meant to you. I cannot say, for I cannot disclose that in reality, I patronized you. Damn.
Of course, I did. While on the theatre, gazing at J's powerful smiles (fuck, cliche). Her laugh that made her sign on her head "I'm a queer" appear as boldly as her tatoo beyond her ass.
"Lift it baby". I ordered. Lift the damn jeans so I could see that tatoo just beyond your ----. Hmm. This is getting blatant.
I mean, after three years, you were the only one who could give me nightmares, I was scared at you. Scared that you are possible to screw me, because you remained ungentle and insensitive of my infatuation towards you. And yes, J. Two words. ---- --. Whatever those six letters meant to you. I cannot say, for I cannot disclose that in reality, I patronized you. Damn.
