Giant's Love vs. Ranger's Buffet

Here in L.A. I wake up every morning, feeling the greatness of blissful beauty, hardy vain ready to milkshake. As I have that impediment or urge to push out the loaded gun, sometimes it's just impossible especially when I feel that extra thin of guilt. But wait, logic has suggest that I am human too a man of growing inner strength so why deny the urge if it needs push cart. Especially when I listen to a radio and the music is comparably suggestive of super-ego egg boredom. Then my hard-rock remains to be an unpredictable blow of love.

I need a lover, one that is a little possessive yet independently verbose. Someone defiantly open to love an open court sex appeal. I think I need a lover and have many mini-baseball players. I think I need me to sort out my imperfect expectations of who shall domain me. Pink or Blue? Orange or Poker? I think I'll stick to where my heart is built-in to love, San Francisco and New York as the World to be my secret lover. 

I am not super man as so is my ego. 

If only I can question the hard-core concept of cupid and it's workings, I guess I am ready to start finding someone to share my extra time and be focus on the real world and it's rising demands of emotional quotient and brilliance. Since the invention of the word "moving"-on and starting anew; life has created something very exciting within me. Which, is to improve my focus on the real issues and get things done, I will study here in America and work as a working student and make a name for my self then the rest will rock and roll sushi, T-bone steak and a nice cream bur Lee.

In the name of sexy-tart-tea

In the most common sense there is no head that can perform without the help a sexy tart with tea. They say sexual presence has something to do with below the table affairs. I suppose I will be on top in these case. I have come up with a position that can bring the tiger within my three egotistic forward team head.

Cancel all contracts that involved intensive sexual labour that video killed the my tigress/pumish cafe Americano. I suppose I like the intensive belt in push that my daddy O has combined. Little effort can end the endless parade of that manipulating PRC. -pine rush chocho- If they want to conquer my bed they will crawl as my sexth mistress of forex condiments.

All industries that involve excellent bed surprises shall be the cup of tea democratic type; Cafe Americano first. Brown Sugar and without Whip Cream and Boxer Shorts with a tight strictness on my stand in issues that can rock my relationship with Capital V. So better to get Mr. Clint to perform proper procedure of the 80's - 90'sih position of bed requirements.

Wars that are relevant in bed doesn't mean death or bloody drink of overrated foreign nixon/reagan style. It is just time we put a war on real sex not just cunnings and happy endings but on real love making in essence that gives a lasting scent of love and forbidding hope for the loveless.

I am a Filipino and I want a worldwide citizenship.

LET THERE BE SEX

Today I thought how fun it is to have a family, until they suck you to the bones. *sigh* Can it be just a naked house? Or maybe a latest ESPN cover girls? Do you know that nude is art is naked is sex? But the difference is nude can be cunning like naked. It can be deceiving and exciting also profusely witty effect.

In most civilized cities, which I mean urbanized in manner of thought; less defensive or protective yet respectful of borders that lies like a white and black German/Irish chocolate. I miss that sweet yet sinful delight of conservatism/lets just do it while I don't need viagra.

If the equation of love and economy put into proper perspective like an abstract art, analyzed by superbly sexually insane intellectuals, it is easy to conclude that the machinery is working and its function to deliver what is right for both gender is bursting with glory wit. If wives are happy and husbands are sexually loyal with a little pip on the latest issue of a wit and creamy; hence, they all become just properly shooting the days functionality well beyond their own  perceived despair of regularity.

Ahhh.... Sometimes I just want to like a porn star, author director at day. Like Basic Instinct 1 at day and Ed Wood sometimes or maybe a little of stupid yet brilliant. Like oh its to boring, lets check the latest website or maybe let's just smoke ACDC. Radiohead is boring but true. It's me and just love me for I will just love you all regardless you love me back or not. Hard Yet? Maybe you need to confess?

SOAPY HORSE STYLE

I woke up today having the usual dreamy sequence of a soap opera love affair, a little hard here and there getting a little jumpy oh. However, the scene where I nest, behavioral studies on proper sexual charm applies like a drama soap-opera that requires a freedom hidden beneath my pajamas. Having the usual, had a little work load released and it feels good when it blows, and it smells like last night's beer October fest.

Los Angeles, like most of the cities I've landed and departed has the its beautiful psychic charm. Mostly people -like the day-walker of Pretty Woman who said "Welcome to the City of Dreams, dream on!" on the last scene of that cinderella made into a barbie flick tendency; sexy, teasing; like butter that flies but is creamy. 

While yesterday on Sunset Boulevard corner Kodak Theater. I had a dreamy scenic epiphany "I want to be porn star" I told my cousin about it, she nod and laughed, inside I thought maybe you can be a crew or a light man but not the actor, you are not a horse. Then the dream just translated into a butter pecan ice-cream melting. 

I like America not because they think I am hot like the wings at Hooters. I like America because they can tolerate my kind craziness; they let me be and they play along nice with a little flirt on the side like coleslaw, with steak with a turkey gravy. If only I was born to be here and have a horselike pocket I will buy a house wherein freedom is not for sale, possibly like a video rental wherein you can borrow it then return it. Life is just one nice soap opera sequence you rock then you rest then you just be and you do the thing most people do. They blow the sorrow off.