Once upon a time lived a seemingly pompous lad, the kind that makes your alter ego crawl from the depths of your soul to knock 'em down a peg or two.
The gent existed to relish upon the finer things in life, triple distilled liquor and bowls of cavier.
And upon matters regarding the fairer sex, he liked them tall as a flute of chilled pink champagne.
The splendor of his current address commanded a view of row upon row of soft mounds of picturesque hilltops.
What more could one desire?
Isn’t companionship nowadays reduced to having an rfid chip, more or less like a supermarket item on a shelf?
Yet there he was, eyes closed face turned upwards thoughts wandering…
Wandering…
Finally landing to his real self
A broke lad, two months behind his rent and his mouth bitter from the previous ‘session’ of muguka chewing.
Finger tips smelly of soot, no… Not soot… More accurately the sickly sweet Marijuana scent
He was oft fond of dreaming up of spectacular fantasies, but sadly he was no more no less the unemployed inebriated buffoon!
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Are you trying to sound smart?
Wow, what a masterpiece, you are a talented poet. I followed every sentence with deliberate thought, and with each sentence passing, I could mould in my mind, the image and behavior of your male character.
Mindhunter:
Wow, what a masterpiece, you are a talented poet. I followed every sentence with deliberate thought, and with each sentence passing, I could mould in my mind, the image and behavior of your male character.
1st that is a dope name
2nd thank you, feedback is quite important
Doubt it, but thanks for your views
Tuliza hio chura boss imechoka kupepeta.
Tony mochama we see you. Don’t come out with hoodwinkery after fondling old dilapidated breasts.
Dayv
August 7, 2019, 2:17am
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I love this piece.Very mentally engaging.
Brayo44ki:
Once upon a time lived a seemingly pompous lad, the kind that makes your alter ego crawl from the depths of your soul to knock 'em down a peg or two.
The gent existed to relish upon the finer things in life, triple distilled liquor and bowls of cavier.
And upon matters regarding the fairer sex, he liked them tall as a flute of chilled pink champagne.
The splendor of his current address commanded a view of row upon row of soft mounds of picturesque hilltops.
What more could one desire?
Isn’t companionship nowadays reduced to having an rfid chip, more or less like a supermarket item on a shelf?
Yet there he was, eyes closed face turned upwards thoughts wandering…
Wandering…
Finally landing to his real self
A broke lad, two months behind his rent and his mouth bitter from the previous ‘session’ of muguka chewing.
Finger tips smelly of soot, no… Not soot… More accurately the sickly sweet Marijuana scent
He was oft fond of dreaming up of spectacular fantasies, but sadly he was no more no less the unemployed inebriated buffoon!
You give me mind orgasm reading your poetic pieces.
Haha Tony’s talent is legendary
