I should get a check for my taste in women. This has to be a disability.

One of my friends recently came up with a solution for me not being able to chew my food.....get a wet nurse. Brilliant! I'm all in, and my appetite is voracious just thinking about it. Yum!

I like writing about titties.....doing so gives me invaluable practice at crossing the Ts and dotting the Is.

Wobble, wobble, bounce, jiggle, quiver.....love me some sugar free jello! In fact, I'm absolutely obsessed with them, er, it! 📷

How do I access replies to my post??? Anyone?

I'm not drawn to a woman out of loneliness, physical attraction, or even intellectual adoration. I'm enchanted by the light I see and warmth I feel emanating from her breathtakingly beautiful, fiercely passionate, genuine and loyal, loving heart. Period. Huge hearts rock my world

Her.....
I don't have the time or patience to explain myself to you in crayon!
Me......
You can use body paints instead, if you want.

Her.....
I don't have the time or patience to explain myself to you in crayon!
Me......
You can use body paints instead, if you want. 📷

I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear.
I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear.

Kavinsky, Nightcall

Insane milk jugs 🤯💦

A song writer after my own heart and style with a pen.....
Tell me no more make believe
I just want to feel
Let it flow with life
Let it flow hard
Let it flow with feeling
There's more honesty in strife.....
Beautiful, a song by Obsidia Ft. CoMa

If it hurts you more than it hurts them, you are not holding the taser properly.

Which is why I use a baseball bat. 😉

Funny when how you see a beautiful heart of a woman, it affects Brodmann's Area 44 (the speech center of your brain). I find that fascinating. Yet another example of how the male brain is hardwired to adore women. We are in awe of you ladies, and your body, mind, and spirit/heart

There is no speaker without an audience, no artist without a muse. As such, it seems pointless and empty for me to make any further prosaic observations on a social platform like Twitter, where all things superficial rule the day. Connection on here is a naive mirage. Ciao.

I've heard of 'white noise,' but just learned there are all sorts of other 'colored noises.' So is 'pink noise' just a naughty squishing sound?

I enjoy leftovers, which is why I lick the comb after I run it through my beard.

The devil's in the details, but so is our higher power (whatever that may be).

Hope is so fragile and frail, but so damn hard to kill. If you need proof of the existence of miracles, there it is.

I search the past to predict the future, just so I can know what to do in the present.

Stairs and women.....what an enchanting combination!