Myrtle Beach

As im parked here in a little bend in the road. A nowhere place i try to run and hide. Thinking of mass suicides.  Dreaming of ending everything i have worked so hard for.. Then i ponder on the important things in my life. And i suddenly realize that i have an awesome sexual life and i really really wanna slap cheeks one more time or quite possibly 5 more times. It would mean everything to me. To release all this energy in a ball of pure technology.. And pornographic memories. Well... As i sit here and face this deformity of a life ran only by majority. Presidential sodomy and raping just grabbin that stinky little thing because he is the mannn.. I ponder this and that all the while im packing enough heat to blow miscellaneous brain matter all over my leather seats. Which by the way were just treated with a leather wash and some babyoil. But everything is gonna be just fine. Everything is gonna be alright. Just be a good little boy and never wonder away.  That is what they say to me. That is a trap of hate and deliberate pain delivered from my mothers vagina. Just like everyone that was the first of my world. I never touched my father. But whatever. He surley poked upon me before i was born. This isnt really painful anymore now that have kids and did the same to them. I didnt mean any harm by this. It jus all happened so very quick. And ill never admit it. So i decided to stay alive. I am now driving and texting at the same time on my phone. Headed to the place i call home.. So carry on.