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.