Aye Mr. Trippy Grape
Mr. Trippy Grape is not happy today. He's all too popular with the HR movement within he's orginization, thank God drum 'n bass soothes the harshest of atmospheres.
Perhaps today is a wake up call to ... er... wake up?
I breathe, I live, I masturbate and I live to breathe, that's all I seem to do lately. It's been eating my soul, I've been trying damn hard not to bother, but alas, my soul is tearing away at this harsh bitch.
Fucking drugs, they're get you sooner or later. Time's up little man. You little man, bigot!
Even masturbation is boring, my cock won't respond to my caressing hands. Have they become hard and cruel like a mechanic?
I'm 32, and I don't really respond to my lady anymore.. fuck it, how can I repond to hear if I can't respond to my own imagination and my caring hands. I could be getting too old before my time. Perhaps too many CSS drugs.
To be frank, I'm getting a little fucked off with these conversations now.
How we miss those good times. How we miss being excited about everything. Surely after 30, life has those exciting moments to look forward.
I remember the good times when newly involved with someone, those exciting un forseeing times. They don't happen any more. This anarchy, is heading a super fast downward spiral.
These galaxies sure are not what they used to be, or meant to be. I could easily eat myself from the inside.
I'll just go home and re-think about my uber new final written warning.... ooooh I feel so enthuastic about everyting...
Today... is just bad fuckin' conversation
Love,
Trippy Grape
xxxx