Doodling My Thoughts

A thin thread connecting sense to none,
separating 2 butt cheeks that belong to a Chinese red-district worker who’s doing her thing with a Moroccan dude. They’re synchronized: in….out….in….out…. exactly like the relationship between money and my wallet.

A decision that’s in the process of being made is connected to a thousand considerations that are amazingly intertwining like the patterns am doodling as am contemplating my

Private message to her on facebook.

2 contradictions that are tousling my mind are rotating infinitely around my neck and slowly chocking me to death.

As she surrendered herself to grief I surrendered all hope and whispered in her ear:

on the inside you’re very deep but on the outside you’re narrow and up tight…….. Just like my ass