Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Paybacks are a Bitch and her bark is rhetoric

Addicted to her. Women are my drug of choice. Constant communication. Variety is the spice of vice. Holding a hand. Gazing into beautiful eyes. Lean in like lucifer. My forked tongue always whispers something nice. She knows better and leaves. It's ok I got another one coming over at five. I take my chances. I need to lay next to a body tonight. Who it ends up being is like russian roulette with a loaded gun. Brains blown out. She's the one. Paybacks a bitch and her bark is rhetoric. Her bite is what reels you in time and time again. I gotta call my fix and tell her I had fun. What ever she wants from me. I have none.

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