Your only flaw is that you are FLAWLESS…
***DISCLAIMER: FUCK A DISCLAIMER***
This was never an issue in college, as to say, we had so much to teach each other, as to say; our biological clocks weren’t ticking. Relationships were fairytales. And we would be more The Prince than a Prince. So, of course we were thirsty. “We” as in myself and all of the other men who stayed up late nights to walk across campus undetected. That was the prerequisite. We had such a fetish for women with their clothes on. The fantasy was strong with us. Imagine, never the thought a man is thirsting without given thought of how your juices would quench him. Resuscitated and proceeding to drink the nectar of whatever fruit of knowledge you found in the garden. All to the realization that we would be the last generation to do our dirt without technology taking it in its wind. Screenshot & battered a man mustn’t ask a lady if they would be interested in hanging out; like we are supposed to forgo meaningfull interactions, experiences because we are caught up in the pretence we give a sole fuck about bae. Too many rules in this life. LOL, but all the memes say shit like, “Gas is $4.00 a gallon and bitches still think I’m coming over to “chill”.” That’s probably why. People generally don’t think in so many words, plans, alternatives. As if you hadn’t already thought of entangled lips when you told us you are involved. Whatever absolves you of guilt when you start taking off your clothes for our lenses. Kiss. Inception of you is at its peak, general principle provokes poetic gesture; yet all you hear is, “And I have a goldfish, now we’re both talking about things that don’t matter.” All the while no one wanted to fuck you in the first place. Dumb broad.
…with love, [ME]
Ha’a Keaulana runs across the ocean floor with a 50 pound boulder. They do this as training to survive the massive surf waves of winter. She learned her amazing skills from her dad, legendary waterman #briankeaulana and her Grandpa, #Buffalo. I was very humbled to learn from the Hawaiians who have salt water running through their veins. Mahalo Nui Loa. Please stay tuned for our upcoming story on the Hawaiian surfing culture.
AL HOUSE | RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL
Looking in the mirror
Wondering who’s the fairest-
Because I’m feeling like a sinner
Thinking if I can reach-
I can grasp, I can get her
Reminiscing on the past
Hung myself, I’m a killer
Kill her, too drunk
straddled in passenger seats to feel her
Was holding on to love
But out the pocket think I lost it
Is it too late to fix this?
I’m feeling like we forced it.
Hansel and Gretel flow
No relation, but we lost bitch
Hmm…what are we going to do?
Been feeling like an actor the moment I found you
I need a name change since you’re getting it tattooed
Where the next dude’ll be thinking of me when he taps you.
No more preaching to the choir
Telling me that you love me-
Aren’t you feeling like a liar?
The way you entered here before-
Turn around and exit baby,
That will be the door. Bitch.
I said, that will be the door. Bitch.
I hope it hits you on the floor. Bitch.
…the truth is, less is more than more may seem
"Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop” - Billie Holiday x Strange Fruit