Milk with Spaghetti?

it makes no sense or does it?

Milk with spaghetti?
Cereal with water?
Porn with no sound?
Crocs with socks?
Re-fried beans?
OU812?
What?
Oh to be me,
Reality disgusted like an x wife as she walks out slamming the door
It's my plight,
Writing in a b*****d form 

Fatherless with a force from a dark lore
Chose your weapon
For I could die at any seconds
look to the sky
as I smash your heart into my mouth like a moon pie
I'm old English 8 ball rolling ,with that mad dog 20/20 vision
Nothing do I fear 

because to me 

it's all Everclear!
Oh dear,
I walk to the top of the block grabbing my c**k, 

adjust 

then pull out my 9mm glock 

as I get more Rasta then Jamaican's with dredlocks. 

What the bloodclot?
I go Bob Rock as I start exploding minds like the knowledge from Spock
after the carnage you can catch me drinking Jagermeister with Pavel Chekov
while getting a lap-dance from ah hora around the way, two tribbles, and a green model from a galaxy far far away...
I got issues to match the amount of my ex's tissues
I use to get that Oral salt and pepper 

now I couldn't get body heat in cold weather.
I'm online with a porn addiction.
Training to be a sex tutor.
I had a cool Camaro car, but got pulled over too much 

now I drive through in a PT Cruiser, untouched.
I got so many diseases that mosquitoes and fleas die from biting me. 

I had a hacker hack me. He took everything I had. Now he has an angry ex and 50,000 dollars in debt.
I haven't met a person I haven't pissed of yet. 

I live life for pizza, flexing selfies, and wrestling sex bets. (holla?)

I am near sited, so I stay far away. 

I am gay in a vagina way. 

I Identify as I ain't gonna even try. 

I end every conversation with a never mind.
In the time you read this 10,000 trees were chopped down....
4 humpback whales were killed, which means 2 gay whale couples...
And the O-zone will have depleted by...well it's actually repairing itself...blame mother nature for stopping global warming....
Nothing in the following statements are true... and that's a lie.
If your nose goes on strike, picket!
What?
Oh to be me,
Milk with spaghetti?

by the unknown sith

Author's Note

It's 3am again,
Walking down my dark hall, alone, I hear a clanking sound like something being slapped around, but how can this be? See there is no one else in the hall but me? Then as I start to walk I hear it again and I realize in this dark hall ,that this sound is none more than my old man balls slapping the inner-ness of my leg! This is the bitter reality of being old and going commando....

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really like the Moon pie and 8 ball lines quite a bit.

"I am gay in a vagina way" another very interesting contradiction in terms.

you are definitely unique in your writing style and humor...Those poor whales.
j.