#suicidal-thoughts

"Reckless vs. Diet [10w] I live too recklessly to worry about low carb diets."

"Hope for the Heartbroken A broken heartremains in piecesbut learns to love againwith every fragment."

"Fodder for Poets [10w] Childhood memories are the most seminal sustenance for creating poetry."

"Poets Hate Poets [10w] Poets hate poets who are more talented than they are."

"Charity [10w] Contentment over your life is the best aphrodisiac for charity."

"Fall in Love in Fall {Couplet} It would be more befitting to fall in love in the fall,for the leave's colorful dance of death, augurs the long haul."

"Jew in a Canoe Haiku Jew in a canoe,whitewater rushes, the canoe tips.The Jew doesn't."

"Imaginary Friends When my childhood imaginary friend got mad at mehe insulted me by calling me 'real'."

"GPS for Sin "You've entered the point of no return;Re-cal-cu-la-ting."

"A Frog in my Throat I had me frog in my throat.I swallowed hard and it croaked.Tasted like shit.Next time I get me a frog in my throat,my snooty French boyfriend better wash his dick with soap."

"You're My Favorite' If you want all your children to know they're your favorite,give them all the same nameand whisper this confession in all their earswith the promise not to telltheir brothers and sisters."

"Steer Clear [10w] Avoid alliances with anyone who's more to gain than you."

"The Tigger Journals [10w] "Honestly, I'd rather be alone than with that unbearable Winnie-the-Pooh."

"Err 2 [10w] To err is human, to make it a habit, assinine."

"Amputees Smart phones and the internet are the prosthetics our century cannot live without.Until we can put them down to take a quiet walk in the woods,we are all amputees."

"Children Learn to Love and Hate A child understands love by three months and hate by three years.How the child processes that understandingwill shape his character for the next seventy."

"My Fathers Last Words My dad was a sadist and whorehound.His last words were,'Son, I have a million dollars hidden in the."

"Pizza vs. Internet Porn I'm still debating whether pizza or internet porn is the best thing ever invented.I've already jack-off three times while eating a double-cheese pepperoni piemaking my careful deliberations."

"Siesta Mud tracked from the rice fields blazon a pathFrom kitchen to cellar escaping noon’s wrath.A quiet siesta to break the ordealOf scything and sifting and spinning the wheel.Half a dream later he returns to the fieldTo seeding earth’s furrows. massaging its yield.And when Sun descends gravely back to her tombHe tracks back to the kitchen, the cellar, his room."

"Irish-Gaelic Wife-Fooking Proverb The truth can't be concealedI fooked your Caitlin from behind,because you can never plow a field by just turning it over in your mind.By the way, Caitlin's last words, before sucking me cock, were"Me husband's balls smells like ballyblue cheese, ahhhhhh, Éirinn go Brách!"