Time Face

Am I really Stoned?
What the fuck is this Facetime Shit Anyways.
Oh Dude! That video of that dead dude, Steve Jobs Explains it Everything!
That youtube one.

Wait a second, Isn't that like the Telescreens from 1984?
Holy snap.

Whateva. Siri is creapy enough already.
I asked her for a blow job and it Gave me a couple of escorting websites.
I asked it for God  and it gave me an address in St Claire Street.
That shit is great.

If Neo had taken both pills  at the same time where would he be?
What if he was high on pills for the whole movie and 'The Matrix" didn't exist?
What if Morpheous Just Date Raped Neo with a silly Story.
Free druuugs.

Recently someone told me the daughter of real Life Morpheous. Mr Laurence was a famous porn actress.

Thats How I Discovered that I coulnd't link porn on facebook.

Gimme Danger Little Stranger

My Fridge Has an Indifferent Face Painted on.
It hasn't Worked for the Past Three Weeks or So.
Everything Inside is Rotten, And Everytime I Dare to Open It, it Looks meaner and Madder.
I Hardly Ever Use it Anyways. I do not know How I accomplish that.
I guess that If It wasn't for that ugly Broccoli or those Potatoes or that Chicken Soup I made About 2 Months Ago Everything Would be Fine. I don't think the ketchup or the around 12 hot Sauces I Have in There Would Mind Much.

I met this Toronto Woman While I was Still living in Ottawa,
My Boring Ottawa life asked me for a Change so I decided to go to Toronto to Visit.
I decided that I wanted to stay on benches Just to See what it was Like.
It was a 3 day trip.
One Night I Stayed on Younge and Dundas Square,
Laying on the Floor Under Some Kind of tent for some Event.
I slept good 4 hours Surrounded by Children Books.
The other one on the Bus Terminal.
Until they kicked me out.
I remember having a shower in between, Can't Quite remember how.

The Nights were a lot of fun, It felt almost like a never ending night for the very little amount of sleep that I was getting and the good Heavy Olde English Intoxication.
One of the nights I was there, There was a clothing store on what I know by Know it's called Queen Street.
Back then I was wandering lost and alone.
there was a line up of people at one random clothing store at one am in the morning.
I was passing by with heavy make up and a half shaven head.
He pointed at me and said you, Get in.
I went in right away smiling at the people in the line.
It was a regular clothing store, and in the second floor there was a lot of interesting people.
There was a dj, and an open bar.
Oh sacred Mother of Lucifer.
I blanked out.
I left a after a couple of rivers of poison water.
or Whiskey that sounds Nicer.

The other night I went to this fetish thing, held on this Venue at What I know by know it's called Kensington Market.
I met this petite Asian woman in the club, really good looking.
She was wearing a thong, high heels, leggings and a very minuscule bra.
and some kind of burlesque wings.
I was wearing a Roxy Music shirt thats how we started talking. We were talking about Iggy pop, Lou Reed, David Bowie and Roxy Music. That was reason enough for me to want to bang.
Sadly that shirt does not exist anymore, it got cut out by the assholes at the Hospital once, But That's another story.
I got that In a Store that Now I know it's called the black Market.
She said that she was a professional dominatrix.
She told me stories about people paying her big bucks to humiliate them and piss on their faces.
No sex involved.
I thought that, that was a great career to  pursue, we got along pretty well. 
I told her that I was moving to Toronto in about 8 months. We kept in touch.

I went to my computer when I was back to My regular but temporal unsatisfying 9 to 5 life.
I saw pictures of this woman,
The first glance I got from her since I met her was on an album with Pictures of her.
She was wearing a zebra thong bikini, with long long Leather High heeled Boots.
The Kind that cover most of your legs, In an dirty Basement filled with Junk.
She had a welding flame thrower in some pics, A sword on some,
And A Fish.
The Fish ones were my favorite ones. She had this Motherfucking Huge fish and she was banging it on the floor as if it was a Sledge hammer.
I don't know but I think girls wearing zebra thonged bikinis smashing fishes on a dirty rusty basement filled with junk is kinda hot.

We Were Both Lost

 My Stories are all fictional Unless Proven Otherwise

I went to her Washroom. I needed to to take a shit.
There was a leopard thong on the floor.
I grabbed it.
It was Covered with blood.
It was stiff. I thought about sniffing it.
I did.  I shouldn't have. I put it away.
To the horror of my eyes there was no more Toilet Paper.
I scream in the dim lights for her, asking for it.
She opened the door with me all naked and exposed.

 "Hey dear how are you?"  I said.
"I don't have any toilet paper , I'm so sorry, we could crumble some pages of this note book.
You have to crumble them a lot so they don't hurt your ass." she said

"Give me a bar of soap. and don't ask any questions" I said

She hands me a bar of soap.

I got out of the washroom.

Her friend greatly intoxicated comes in. She told  us a story about her being in some kind of threesome. Lots of passion Involved.
Your mind does not have to be in the right place for passion.

Before we went to meet her we did a whole ritual of booze hiding.
We new she was about to be fucked up. and she was.
We needed to hide our booze.
It's a life source at times.
 
That friend said she needed to leave to fuck someone.
We understood. Maybe. Perhaps? I don't Understand shit really.
She left.
Our  Alcohol was safe.

She Spilled Some of Our Wine on the Floor.
Tragedy.
 I told her I once Loved her.
I said that I will do it forever.
We were both lost.