This isn't about sex appeal

[Spencer]

This isn't about love
Or Lust
Or making a connection.
Hell, I don't even like you.
The thought of attempting an intellectual conversation with you over coffee makes me want to retch
to vomit
To smash my fucking face against the hot pavement of a crowded street during lunch hour
Sometimes I sit up at night and think about the last time I saw you
How we fucked in your sisters bed
How you punched me in the eye and it made me cum so hard...
And then I think about "making love" to you
And how that makes me never want to see you again.
Like that time when you asked me to hold you after I finished
And I stared at you with such a burning hatred in my eyes
And you just laughed.
That was pretty funny.
This isn't about sex appeal
This isn't about dressing up
And putting on Perfume and Calogne
And trying to impress each other
And be romantic
Because if I fall for one more person
And have my heart broken again
I might start to develop some weird sexual issue
I might not be able to maintain a normal, healthy relationship
Like the one I have with you.
[ 10 August 2002: Message edited by: Spencer ]

 

[harraser]

yet another masterpeice Spencer.
The sentiment behind it is a little fucked up, but thats what we all love maybe deep down inside we're all like this guy *shrugs* i know i am
great work Spencer

-ant

 

[Average Whiteboy]

Spence, you's a sick mothafucka. I likes.

 

[Backo]

Wow... u are talented hey

 

[drea]

that was pretty fucking rad.

 

[x eNiGmA kiD x]

expression is such a bliss... BUMP

 

[Bi KaNd*E* RaVeR]

/me punches spencer in the eye... again..
Very nice SPence... you know i love reading ur work!!
((hug))
miss u!

 

[Dagny]

I am floored.
Excellent fucking work, sweetie.