Railway Running.

I wake up ensnared with a beautiful woman, dazed by the mau I smoked the night before and feeling this fresh morning hard on growing in my way too small underwear. All tangeled up, she carresses my remaining manhood, I purr like a cat and say: "Good morning". What can I tell you? it's a fucking amazing way to wake up.

The emotions are carrying me from place to place, from people to crazy people to more people. They are everywhere and without them around, I feel lonely and grey. It didn't used to matter, nothing used to matter, but she is starting to make everything too real and I just love it when she brakes me.

Going to bed with my heart wide open, I almost cry but not quite. Sometimes I'm just too absurd for people to hang around me. I'll say something so disgusting that people just can't look me in the eye. They just have to leave my precense.

But in time, the need to impress strangers will subseed. The pressure of trying to prove myself to the cool kids will disappear and I will finally be ale to breathe. That will be a glorious day, the day that I finally grow up.