“Maurice,” I’ve asked myself, “how do you fuse that hopeless romantic side of yourself with the promiscuous one and still be a just entity?”
I’m thinking…
And thinking…
I’m still trying to come up with something…
The truth is: “I don’t know.”
I don’t know how to be romantically involved without giving in to my desire of compounding my sexual exploits. Half of the time I want to be a loyal man and lover; the other piece of my existence longs to ransack a smorgasbord of derriere like these–
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to feast on them until I’m one gluttonous something. How can I exist in this world under such disarray?
Out In The Pacific:
Did I also mention that I’m a kamikaze pilot diving head first into your buoyant battleship, you now uninhibited piece of milk chocolate? I will be stuck in your hull until you fill up with the ocean and drown in your entire sea. What’s left is some water-damaged wreckage, my tainted soul. I warned you not to talk shit, didn’t I? Just like President Franklin Roosevelt antagonized the Japanese government, you’ve fucked with me verbally in a disrespectful manner. What did both of you expect? You’re going to get invaded!