too many choices
multi erotic exotic
ultra normal confined
taboo shame without consequence
you can see anything
it's all there waiting
for me
alone at my most self loathing
late at night
after wine, after whiskey
taboo and destructive
perhaps a touch nihilistic
with nothing better to do
plus a f**k ton of rabid animalistic curiosity
all leads me to an indulgence
rather naturally
in a search of my polar opposites
of all my hopes, dreams, and desires
and especially my fears,
the topics I wont talk about
otherwise. . . I need to see them
I need to see them, abstracted
in image worthy of masturbation
etc.
it all sounds so disturbing, I know this
it is alright though,
i'm sure you. . .
we all do this
in our own way
so many choices
so many opposites
so much weird s**t
etc.
but very little,
of all just sitting there
looking normal
(waiting)
is what it looks like
until you touch it
(it's the only way to know)