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 Created on 1-29-08
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Last night I had stuck my dick inside a 14 year old. The urge of her luscious breasts was too hard to control, and we had drinks, some pot, and we got into the mood thanks to The Doors. I've always wanted to have sex with these little girls and dressing up for everybody who ever jacked off to them. It's okay, I've been teased before. There was this one girl who would not let it go. She would not let it go, knowing how hard she was making every boy in the room. Deemed "morally wrong" by a society that murders people for stepping out of line from their judgment and criteria made to keep the sheep in order.
Well, now that we know each other a little bit better,
Why dont you come over here
Make me feel all right!
We went out of our way of the homes of all the depressed and bored people complaining about every single little thing, the thing they know they can change and lack the enthusiasm to break free from, night by night infront of the telivison, chatting with their friends, obligated to chores, statements, and going unappreciated for their efforts to make themselves last through the days reigning down on their minds.
"I'm sick of feeling loenly, depressed, and having everyone at my side willing to help me out of it, but I just can't trust them and I'm utterly fed up with their bullshit!" she cried to me.
"Come on, baby, I'll show you a good time."
"What could you possibly do other than feed me lines about how I'll make it through, stages, and reminding me how effected I'm making everyone? Plague me, plague me, plague me."
I said to her, "Honey, forget all that bullshit! We're gonna feel alive, we're gonna feel real alive"
And cutting off her response I grabbed her hand and yanked her outside the footdoor front porch steps and entered into the car I bought off my brother, a broken down '89 Toyota, just the perfect kind of car that isn't flashy and doesn't boast off how I think of myself, compensating my small penis with Ferrari's or Hummer's or Banshee's or your Porsche, whatever the rich douche-bags are driving these days.
She sat down and lit a cigarette and I smiled, turning on "The Soft Parade" album by The Doors, it's 7:43PM, a fabulous night and the night is warm with the shadowing figureskeeping us company as we speed out of the driveway. I became lightheaded inside the smoked-out car and she opened a window, a blowing rush of refreshing cool air blasted over me, closing my eyes, cutting off the cars at the intersection as they blew their horns in frustration.
I stuck my head out the window, screaming "AAAAHHHHHHHHAAAHHH!!"
We exited the town and began roaring down the freeway, the sudden burst of rain on the roads kept everyone off them, those delirious "safe" fools.
Forty MPH, Fifty, Sixty, Sixty-Five, nothing could stop us now. Etching in our seats, we danced to "An Easy Ride" and I placed one hand on her lap, she smiled and placed her hand ontop of mine as I was turned on.
Let's ride tonight, girl.
I turned to her, taking my eyes off the road, lost inside her gaze, saying "I want to take your hand and climb the highest building or mountain in your city and jump off it, screaming in joy the entire way, feeling the rushing air inside our lungs as "Wild Child" blares from somewhere, everywhere, as our national anthem for breaking free."
Unngghhh I'm fucking the air I JUST WANT TO BREAK FREE WITH YOU AND GO DRINKING IN THE NIGHT, SCREAMING, DRIVING THE HIGHWAYS AND HAVING A GOOD TIME AAAHHHHH IT SUCCKKKKSSS HOW WE'RE CHAINED!
We entered another city with bright crescent lights that made me feel like a 7 year old child discovering the greatest gift of art. I was bouncing in my seat, taking the steering wheel to both sides of the road as she tried to calm me down, laughing the entire time and taking control of the wheel as I stuck my head out the window and screamed, "I'VE GOT THE RUNNING BLUES AND I'M RUNNING AWAY, BACK TO L.A! i'VE GOTTA FIND THE DOCK IN THE BAAAYYY!"
Crossing corners and cutting off boners to the tune of horned honks all across the street, the police won't catch us soon, we're abused and ready to let loose of all the troubled societies raining down their chains and prisons, judgment and utter boredom for the redundant routines they live day by day.
We must break free.
Travelling wander in the cold night, sweet delight inside this cardboard metal steel. The mountains we are reaching for - The stars we dream of enclosed in our embrace. Tonight we shall sin, and we know this is the end of our trip.
FAST.
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