Whatever Dude

I wonder about people sometimes. Why do you act like you are so much better than you are? Like you can't show me what you have already showed me? Why act so brand new? You aren't who you think you are? Other than lonely, and those physical things that I know that you will do nothing about, but that you complain about constantly.

Tell me, how do I not know you? Since I met you, how have you changed? You still talk about, complain about, and wish for the same damn things. Nothing is different. Other than the word evolving around you. Tell me more. Tell me different. Tell me that you are not who you have portrayed yourself to be. I know. I told you that a long time ago. You are the one who is trying to prove it. It's ok. I still don't believe you.


Maybe you will wake up. Before it's too late you and the world swallows you up. You still have time. Maybe you are destined to be a lost sheep like some parental figures that will remain nameless. Maybe you should participate in a cult? Or a band? Or use those you know whats to make some more money? I am sure you will make lots of it. Too bad money doesn't thrill you. Too bad I don't thrill you. I know how to make you cum. I know how to make you come. Your bday is coming up. I wonder what I should get you. I wonder what you want. Since I don't know you and all, maybe I should surprise you? Maybe I should wrap up my youknowwhat and give it to you hard, and make you use it. You will love it. You will like it. You haven't used it in such a long time. You haven't had it in a much longer time. I am sure you will be happy. Ask for it and it shall come. Whatever, dude.