
Showing posts with label Kristina Rose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kristina Rose. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Saturday, November 14, 2009
It's Called a Heart

There's something beating here inside my body
And it's called a heart
You know how easy it is to tear it apart
If I lend it to you, would you keep it safe for me
I'll lend it to you, will you treat it tenderly
There's something beating here inside my body
And it's called a heart
There's a sun shining in the sky
But that's not the reason why I'm feeling warm inside
The answer isn't classified- it's my heart
From the moment I started
I tried to be good about it
Yes I've tried my best
And more or less, I spoke from my heart
There's a lot to be learned
And you learn when your heart gets burned
There's something beating here inside my body
And it's called a heart
You know how easy it is to tear it apart
If I lend it to you, would you keep it safe for me
I'll lend it to you, will you treat it tenderly
There's something beating here inside my body
And it's called a heart
Hearts can never be owned
Hearts only come on loan
If I want it back
I will take it back
I'll take my heart
But I will try my best
And more or less
I will speak from my heart
Yes, I will speak from my heart
Speak from my heart
There's a lot to be learned
And you learn when your heart gets burned
There's something beating here inside my body
And it's called a heart
You know how easy it is to tear it apart
If I lend it to you, would you keep it safe for me
I'll lend it to you, will you treat it tenderly
There's something beating here inside my body
And it's called a heart
The difference is now
What if?

I didn't numb myself with cocaine.
I didn't blame the world/my family/my circumstance/etc for my problems.
I let people get to know me and made/cultivated real friends.
I learned how to love and forgot how to hate.
I didn't have to turn to Kristina Rose to achieve sexual satisfaction, but a real, live woman. So many xtra points if the actual woman is Kristina Rose, obvs (well, a boy can dream, damn it).
I let love happen instead of chasing it away.
I worked on something for me for at least one hour a day.
I just got stoned, worked hard and realized all of my dreams. For real this time.
What if? No, really. What if?

I didn't numb myself with cocaine.
I didn't blame the world/my family/my circumstance/etc for my problems.
I let people get to know me and made/cultivated real friends.
I learned how to love and forgot how to hate.
I didn't have to turn to Kristina Rose to achieve sexual satisfaction, but a real, live woman. So many xtra points if the actual woman is Kristina Rose, obvs (well, a boy can dream, damn it).
I let love happen instead of chasing it away.
I worked on something for me for at least one hour a day.
I just got stoned, worked hard and realized all of my dreams. For real this time.
What if? No, really. What if?
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Deep thoughts

I wonder what porn stars think about while they're prepping their anuses with a thorough enema before an anal scene? Hmmmm...
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