The Summer is here. Or at least it is in Miami, although it could still be Winter, and it could also be Spring. The sun is out, the wind is chilly, the zoot is plentiful, the beach is out there, the wine is drinking, wall street: money never sleeps is #genius, the pizza is oven baked, the grits are hit inside the house, along with the zoot, the fucking time seems to go fast then slow.
You could fuckin' suck a dick then talk, or you could become a journalist, the implication which you find in being DTF but then not having a condom and getting dome instead. It's all good. Maybe you like gay porn, you could even get off on it, but you ain't no faggot because you love bitches. Besides, if you ask to get paid at the end you know you're doing something right, like prophet.
You could even fall in love, if only to run away at the end at the first sight of trouble.
Fall back in love again or whatever. Or in hate. Love the connectivity, don't like the society part so much. I think people like the internet so much because it lets you chill, but without other assholes.
It's hoptime, it's monktime!
Cold Sun - Dark Shadows
Virgin Insanity - Illusions Of The Maintenance Man
Madrigal - Madrigal
