Dumbells and pussies in the well.

now wat did i tell you about emmancipation? yaa fuck my spelling. i aint got the time to click on backspace and correct my shit now. why does everyone hate me so much? is it cuz im TOO fuckin lovable, that there aint enough hands on a body to grab hold of me?? little do i see, but the dew that awakens the brightness of the day is actually the result of what happens in the night. so my nightly activities gonna fuckin produce lovely seeds of sundances? i doubt so, but many have i seen pulling of masterpieces of artwork when facing the music. u listen, or u walk the plank. aint i tht simple or wat? now they say men love women whu are single, and women love men whu are already commited. maybe that explains the lil extra stardom ive been receivin, but by fuck im attached to a woman too. maybe these pick-up artists might wanna reconsider their game plan when writing out such phrases? hahahahaaa. assurance, measures the depth of a woman's love. but wat if monetary gains arnt the way of life, wat if money never existed. wdnt love be equal throughout the horizon then?? will she, or will she not? the strummin of the guitar can be heard, faintly. but a sad as a tune can be, that speaks of my life thus far. cheers.