THE GUY

The guy is a liar
Believe the eye
He looks a friar
To make you
Sigh

SAFER

Safer fucking sluts
Who use condoms
No ifs just butts
True romcoms

MAIS SEGURO

Mais seguro comendo puta
Que sempre usa camisinha
Uma verdade absoluta
Fica de quatro lindinha

THE BI HIM

She was sweet alt rock honey. He was a bit worried about her not knowing he was bi and what if she was OK but not sexy about it like she was mistaking him for het. He decided to e-mail her for it was a new cool thing and so he could invite her to the Gay Pride Parade without saying it over the phone. Hoping she would get it and find the bi him really cute and hot. He kept checking to see if she wrote back at all.

NO CONDITION

She said your ass is mine
It is no condition
You will feel fine
Assume the position

MUCAMA

Eu queru amarrar essa muler
De brussus na cama
Vo usar gostosu
Minha amada mucama

DE NOVO

Vou mergulhar sem pensar
De novo
No desconhecido
Apostar no amor
Acreditar no sentido

NOT WANT SALVATION

This planet does not want salvation
This planet only wants big big fun
In love and war I am with God
And God is with the bigger gun

TOUGH HOT

The thing was I was so out of it all the time that I had to be warned about the show by some friend otherwise I would just miss it and stay home writing stuff for no reason and without any real future for the words aw fuck it the good thing was I got the message and showed up for the show and boy was it worth it they were rocking out just fine in a haze of reverb or whatever anyway it was great fun I was drinking a bit of cola to shut off the loads of whisky I had before the place opened. And then I was rocking out to their instrumental jam in nineteen parts or whatever the rock buzz was great and then I went to get some pay me black pussy and boy did she take it doggy and make me feel like I was back where I came from the sweet thing I bought her cigarettes and some beer afterwards she was so sweet but we met a friend of hers that was really too out of it even for the red light crowd so I just said thank you goodbye and went away before she said something so crazy it started a fight or something really I wished my black pussycat was able to contain her main girl for she was a hot blond very out of her mind and I hope there was no trouble for the cops as always with the red light people the cops were really just a couple of steps away and I wanted no trouble for neither of them beauties. I went home and passed out jerking off while thinking of them tough hot babes.

HOPING THE BEST

He stopped to look at the tranny ads glued to a payphone. One of them had a Star of David shape covering her beautiful ass. He wondered if she was jewish and what did her cock looked like. He wondered about this short movie directed by a friend that he had been invited to play extra in for free just to have some fun and give some help. He felt much too tired to do anything but go home and read a little before falling asleep and waking up the next morning hoping the best for all and returning to the office. In his dream they were cowboys crossing a river. Hostile indians attacked suddenly and he reached for his rifle. He wondered for a split second if they would all die there trying to reach the other side.

NO STAR

He saw this big backstreet graffito that said in capital letters that LIFE IS AN ACCIDENT. Its visual style reminded him of another one he'd seen Downtown that said FUCK NORMALITY. So maybe the guy was an atheist or an agnostic. He felt a little happier for this public display of freedom of speech not yet under attack. Then he went to eat a burger and watch some quite probably American movie. And next day was Monday and back to the office. Then it was one or two Sundays later and he saw this sex worker ad glued to a payphone and there was no star or whatever covering the exposed genitals of the bent over woman like the other ones. He smiled to himself.

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LIKE CRAZY EVERY TIME

Yeah sure being twelve was very pure and innocent. Yeah right. Going on thirteen just before John was shot dead when arriving at the Dakota. Say what? All the guys I played soccer with were fourteen at the most. Army brats watching the Eighties get born in Rio. I truly believed that no girl would actually put a dick in her mouth. OK maybe whores did it. I was a virgin at twelve how could I know? I read Belgian and Spanish comics at the library and American cowboy comics. This boy I knew said he knew I wanted to suck his cock really bad but the truth is he was some fifteen years too early to get head from me. This other one looked at me and said he knew I jerked off too and didn't even wait for my reply for off he was about how it was something that got so hot you couldn't hold back no more and I just smiled and said Yeah because I knew what he was talking about I was going on thirteen and jerking off like crazy every time I got the chance to do it for the truth was it felt awesome and also there were no girls wanted to fuck me and I had no idea what I was missing being a virgin and all so I just had lots of fun.

PUNCH THE ROBBER

HAPPILY

Someone warned me that her mouth caused cocks to shrink. I paid no mind. Her ass was hot and her blowjobs were the bomb and back then no het girl that liked to eat cum thought twice about eating it. I was not working because I had an allowance from my parents and didn't need to work at any shitty job and every single one I had tried was crap so I just took it easy with short cash but a cock that was long enough to impress some girls. It was fine with her for some time until I had to notice that my dick was indeed getting smaller like she was sucking on a popsicle. But it felt so good I just couldn't stop. Eventually it got so small it was like a clit with a hole for the piss to come out. And a weird rash underneath my clit made me scratch the area so hard that I bled like hell and I wanted to go to the hospital but she said no way no no she was gonna kiss it and fix it and she was specially hot that night and I passed out and woke up the next day with a pussy and my weird clit that pissed and shot cum. She started fingering my pussy and it was great but I missed fucking her ass. We eventually had a bad argument one day and I waited for her to fall asleep dead drunk and tied her up and gagged and strangled her. When her eyes stopped giving out any sign of life I vomited on them. She was dead and dirty and I was a woman on the run. I used my old clothes to look like a man. Cut my hair short and only travelled on foot late at night. During the days I hid inside garbage dumps. I went into a bigger city and used the money I stole from her to change my face and name. Before that I had sucked lots of cock to survive as a street citizen with no name, waiting for her unexplained murder to get out of the news. Some of them wanted to fuck my ass. But mostly they wanted to cum in my mouth and that somehow made my cock grow back to its former shape and size. So I guess she did was into some bad bad magic shit. The pussy was still there. One doctor I saw about it said I could not get pregnant because I was a little more man than woman. He wanted me to be his secret lover. He was hot to fuck and get fucked. I said OK but he would had to vasectomize me because I was going to be free to screw some girls on the side. He said OK and ate my cum and told me he would suck my dick happily ever after.

SKINHEAD BLOWJOB

She was a communist chubby hot gal. She gave good head. I wanted to cum up her ass. I just got half my dick up her butt. She was moaning that it just wouldn't go inside. But I just loved her halfway assfuck. Her ass was the tighest one I knew back then. I loved her. Maybe I was foolish enough go tell her so. I just came really hard up her ass. That was love enough for me back in those days.

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SOME KIND OF HEAVEN

Sure I loved a boozehead. I was seventeen and she was twenty-five or something. We met because she fell over on the sidewalk and I helped her up and was she alright? We ended up getting a drink. Cola for me and vodka for her. She was studying Psychology and drinking all day long every single day. Said she did not remember anything at all before she was six or seven. I was just a lucky bastard who had escaped compulsory military service. I loved her instantly. Maybe the planet was gonna get fried when the computers went crazy and fired all the nuclear missiles at once. But I was in love and I was gonna walk all over town listening to anything she said. I still had some days off before going back to where I lived. So the next day in town was the same as the day I met her. She drank one vodka at each bar. She knew all the bars and we walked all over town. I was staying with my aunt. I asked her over. There was nobody home but I was not planning to pounce on her or anything and I assured her so. She said OK. Eventually she figured I was a real shy guy so she just kissed me out of the blue. That was my first kiss, I think. There was this other one one year before, but I was so drunk I think I might have dreamed it. And the girl who supposedly kissed me probably didn't want me to get too emotional about it so she told me I was dreaming. So OK that was my first kiss that I clearly remember. Anyway. We kissed and embraced. There was no place where we could fuck and we didn't mind much as long as I had cola and she had vodka. I for sure had no idea what I was missing. I would not find out with her. We exchanged some letters. I came back on my next vacation. I did believe she was moving to my town. She told me it was not so as she put me into the cab that would take me to the bus station. Once again practical matters were doing a practical joke on me. I was crying as she held me one last time. That was years ago and she is probably dead if she went on drinking the way she did. I just hope there is some kind of heaven for the ones who drank so much they can hardly remember ever being kids.

28 DAYS IN THE SHIT

I quit the library job and went looking for a job in a bookstore. I used a friend's printer to make copies of my CV and went to all the bookstores I knew. Mostly the people there looked like they didn't give a fuck about me wanting to work there. I guess it was because I was white and looked like I just had lunch. They wanted the starved ones that were easier to exploit. Then this bookstore phoned me. The owner was a beautiful jewish woman. Except she looked a bit strung out and worried. I was an idiot but I knew it was a stupid idea to try and fuck my boss. And this one was too stressed and didn't look like she found me hot at all. But the money was good enough. In a couple of days I found out that everybody who worked there was tired of her stressed up manners. Like we thought she should fuck off and sell the bookstore instead of getting so worked up about meaningless details. After 28 days I found out she was expecting me to do some work that I was idiot enough not to have foreseen. I was already fed up with verbal abuse. I told her I was not coming back the next day. She said I could not do that right when this book fair or something was about to happen. I could not believe how out of touch with reality her relatives and business advisers had let her become. So I explained to her that I was not asking for her permission to quit my job but actually informing her that I was not working for her anymore. I was sorry for about 90 percent of the people who worked there. They were nice to me and just could not quit. They needed the money really bad. I knew my parents were not going to let me starve. I might go crazy without money to buy the books I craved, but I would not starve. Another madman with enough grub to eat? I figured I would have to go back to the library and ask for another chance. But that was tomorrow. Today I was just gonna go home and stare at the ceiling while some noisy rock blasted out of the stereo. The sun felt cold next morning. But the ceiling looked peaceful that night.

WAKE THE FUCK UP

Suddenly I knew I loved her. I wanted to tell her right away. I had no car. I walked for some forty minutes and worried what would she say but my fear was all wrong. Nobody home. Next morning her friend told me she had tried to kill herself. She slashed her wrists but called her on the phone at once. The paramedics were fast enough. She washed the blood from her floor. I went to see her. She looked kinda proud she tried to die. I tried to say funny stuff to cheer her up. Told her I loved her. She said she didn't love me. Like she was telling me the sky is not green but actually blue. Like wake the fuck up boy I don't love you. But very sober and cold the way she told me. I said I would never have the guts to cut my veins open like that. She informed me that I was a coward. That was more than twenty years ago. I hope she is alive and happy somehow somewhere. But I can almost hear her telling me no she killed herself good next time. Sometimes I remember her laughing that night everybody got stoned at her place. I figure maybe I was one of the lucky few who saw one of her happy moments.

LUTO