I went shooting with her. Showed her how to use the gun. Out past the fire restrictions by Mojave. I’d like to go shooting a hot load of goo right in her ovulating pussy—
Really I want to wake up with her in a cabin above the snowline. Breathe in the smell of her hair. Kiss the edge of her ear a little. Gently wake her. Watch out the window with her back against me as snow blows off the pine boughs. Could it be her.
Wanting to hold on to a woman. Like wanting to hold on to good weather. Or maybe there’s such a thing as relationship game. Domestic abuse. But it’s too much work to be mean. I like her. I like her and I want to tell her.
We watched a Terrence Malick movie. Her nipples the size and shape of gun range ear plugs. I love them. I love every part of her. I want to merge with her cells. I don’t care if my kid’s an Elliot Rodger HAPA. Sorry, I’d have given you an Aryan Valkyrie mother. But this is what I like.
She got married to her boss she met at sixteen. At her summer job in high school. He was 40. Where do you get these jobs. She dated an abusive six foot five white man who slapped her in front of her family. Says she didn’t like it. But how long did she stay with him. Self-conscious about her small tits. I love them. You want to show me your cock, she said. And I did. Managed to pull it out while leaving my long gross nuts in my underwear. Hiding them like an alcoholic father you don’t invite to the wedding.
The movie was good. Christian Bale moves through a dreamscape of regret in a series of disassociated scenes, against mythic backdrops in Los Angeles. Five stars.
Why wouldn’t she fuck me. But I don’t care. I’m at that old man stage where I just want to kiss down her belly on a hot day and inhale. The shirt I was wearing smelled like her. I couldn’t keep it on today. It put me in a trance.
I want to wake up with you in a cabin above the snowline. Snow blowing off the pine boughs. A dangerous feeling. But just let me have it. Just one more time.
delicioustacos 
Beware, Sadness reaps pussy not
Nostalgia before home’s loss calling
Candor without truth
flesh’s seam ironed with heavy starch
Eyelids peeled and chopped
Your failure to continue to succeed (seed) a glaring reminder of how fucked (unfucked) are we your lessers
Sounds like you’re being too nice. Sad when a woman will spend years with a man who hit her and will get bored with a romantic. Been there, done that.
Bad as it sounds you may have to vet women upfront by asking if they’ve ever been physically or sexually abused. Sadly, there’s more of it out there than most would admit. But I think it tends to lead towards certain behavior patterns in their intimate relationships as adults.
or perhaps she did not want to appear too easy on the first date(s). women who don’t want to be seen as a a slut tend to avoid giving up the sex too quickly.
You watched knight of cups? Wow, I had NO FUCKING IDEA, judging from your use of disjointed sentences like “ Wanting to hold on to a woman. Like wanting to hold on to good weather.” and “A dangerous feeling. But just let me have it. Just one more time.”
It’s not like those lines sound EXACTLY like they’ve been written by terry and whispered over a wide angle steadicam shot of a hummingbird writing poetry with a single feather dipped in ink or anything. THERE IS TRULY NO RESEMBLANCE AT ALL nothing to see here folks move along! TERRENCE MALICK HAS IN NO WAY INFLUENCED THIS BLOG POST
I thought it was just tacos was just getting old, elusive touch and love gradually changing the nature of his desire like a buddhist ascetic.
she wasn’t impressed by the click-click quiet sound of your ruger 22 as it shot efficient subsonic bullets in tight groups at the target. she expected gun to make loud KLA-KLA-KLA BOOM sound and give her vagene tingles. she expected danger and adventure. you took her plinking of a stationary object in the dry desert during a record socal heatwave. still 10x better of a date than what most douches like me would offer. knight of cups is also boring. terrible movie choice to watch with a female. pretentious terrance malick thinkpieces are best enjoyed alone. christian bale is the only decent factor of that movie. your date was probably bored and turned off by your film selection. it also doesn’t help that you probably whispered “oh boy, he’s just like me” under your breath during the japanese romp scene, and you thought she didn’t hear you, but she definitely did. women only enjoy movies such as pitch perfect and bridesmaids. i actually got laid with an azn girl after showing her pitch perfect on my laptop. she was simply entertained and aroused by my ability to choose a movie that she (1) enjoyed and (2) had not seen yet. it’s clear you get bored by women and they get bored of you because you expect them to be brilliant intellectual poetesses who share your interests. sadly, they are just wet holes with soft tits and cute voices. the only people who share your interests are men.