Runaway Love

Cover art for Kanye West album “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy”

Ladies and Gentlemen. I was up late again. Nothing put me to sleep. Not even porn. So, I’m going to write about nothing and hope I come up with something.

Playing with my shadow, wishing it would loom large and be admired like a giant prick, this is a tough task. I’m already hard enough to deal with. But, then, I could screw the world over, without any blame. I could flirt, with disaster, because that is what we are all chasing.

I give the attention. When I am threatened, they get a rise out of me, as expected. I will yell “suck on my night stick.” And “choke and die.” The horror on their faces will look like they had a mouth full of crusty cum stained taint.

That should always be the reward for minding another man’s business. Is that too much? Nah, it’s not enough. If you play rough and dirty, you should be left hurt and disgusting.

When you knock a someone’s hustle, the square off might leave you out-lined in chalk. That’s my “Hova talk”

Ahhhhh. I feel so much better now. Good night or good morning, whichever the- fuck- what you are encountering.