Works at subway and eats Quiznos

Thank you so much

Thanks man, air five

A++++

I don't know if you know this, but you're kind of a big deal

Thank you both

The day I met my lover
was the day we made love without a rubber
two minutes of bliss and I fail with a shutter
slight little seizure then I hear her mutter
I'm not on the pill
Oh bother,
but to this day I am still not a father
Oh ****!
Gotta RUN, there bursts her Water!!

:Roberto Loera

As we conversed my stomach tightened with this funny feeling.
She asked the perfect questions to set the game for play.
Hinting to one another with clever riddles, molding the beautiful possibility as if it were clay,
but the mood was quickly flung into another direction far from my once moderate erection of lustful affection.
This stomach of mine hinted of infection.
Hey, ah..I'll see ya...
*click*
I owe my abstinence all to diarrhea

A mistress for Lords
throws herself upon their swords
thrusts of lustful nothings with sighs of empty breaths
upon her cast seed to smear ruin on busty breasts
what pretty lips examined by dirty finger tips
although sailors hearts already cold
only she can sink their ships
she wears the marks of pistols
behind either hip
hair of quicksand that rips away your grip
forever lost without ever knowing what love is
what life is
what loss is
though this mistress topples colossus
and could sway the powers in her favor
in a way a lioness stalks her prey
she could turn the very night she hides in
bright as day
but has strayed away too afraid
and thus I cry at this empty grave
for she is the master, but falls as a slave
this mistress for lords without words of her own
once used up and drained will fill this grave
empty and alone

:Roberto Loera

Love Is Lost Time
Given Without Mind

Love Cannot Be Made
Only Found While Blind

Love Is a Fools Treasure
Sacrificed Without Good Measure

Love Is Everything
Given For Nothing

Love Is Forgiving
Not Always Trusting

Love Is A Dance
Brought On By A Glance

Love Is A Kiss
Given By A Wish

Love Is Pure
A Sickness To Endure

Love Is My Illness
Only Time May Cure

:Roberto Loera

Twas the night before breakfast, when all through the house
Aaron was stirring, while sleeping on the couch,

The paintings were hung above the chimney with care
No hope of my lazy ass moving from this chair;

The residents were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of erotica danced in their heads;

And sissy exhausted fell on her back flat,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap

When out spread my arms there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chair to empty out my bladder.

Away to the bathroom I flew like a flash,
Tore open the lid and watched the water splash

Soon there was nothing left and I was ready to go
I opened the door and walked back very slow

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Free Porn, Free porn, just click right here

With a little pink flier and a miniature slit
I knew in that moment I had to get a grip

More graphic and evil, hotter than flame,
I dodged the missile and instead played the name game

He's a bastard, she's a Dancer, he's a Pancer and a Texan,
he vomits, she's stupid, he's a Donor and a tits man,

So I grab my torch and cigarettes, then unlock my jaw,
to smoke, to smoke, to smoke them away all

I rolled my sleeves up, to about elbow high,
and without any sleep I rubbed it from my eye,

I scroll with my mouse, but find nothing new
I mustn't make noise, so what can I do

and then, in a twinkling, I heard this poof
it was my dog Jag, the smelly little goof

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
I growled out his name, then he was homeward bound

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his noise was moist and he had this sad look;

He has such poise when he roles on his back,
I looked him in the eyes and said, what a big cat

His eyes -- how they twinkled! he's simply a fairy
He holds these strange poses, sometimes he scary

His drools only so often and can't drink water slow
and every time he vomits, I tell him he's gotta go

The stump of a bone he held tight in his teeth,
I pray he will choke, oh God what a relief

He takes up all my space and is really quite smelly
I wish someone took you, please someone help me

Of course he wont love you, he wont love anyone ells
Yes I love you to Jag, but I like to be by myself

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
I said I love you Jag, now go off to sissy's bed

He spoke not a word and pranced away like a squirt
I sipped on cold coffee and spilled some on my shirt

Chewing on my fingers and twiddling my toes
I stop for a second and pick, I mean itch my nose

I reached for some paper, just a little tissue
and exhaled fiercely to expel the hardened goo

So the time for me to go has come alright
Happy Surfing to all, and to all a good night

:Roberto Loera

I see you there,
Just past the glass,
I see the tears fought back,
With the batter or your lash.

I understand and feel for you,
Those tears you shed,
Well their not so new.

You and I,
We have much history,
Our love for one another,
It is no mystery, but much as misery.

You always were so gentle and soft,
Can find your way,
But now you're lost.

Be it sad or joyful,
You will preserver,
My friend of loyal,
It was unmistakably clear.

Be careful not to loose heart,
This world rests upon your shoulders,
And without you will surely fall apart.

Now that I'm gone,
I plead thee sing no sorrow song,
But live a life worth living,
And may you live it long.

Nameless now am I,
Shed not a tear for me my friend,
I love you and goodbye.

:Roberto Loera

Now listen to me and listen well,
you seek to control me, I say go to hell.
You walk that road and that's just fine,
bur remember my friend, that is your road,
it is not mine.
I stand accused of being lazy,
but maybe, just maybe all these voices,
instructing me has made me crazy.
I do not protest not stepping forth,
but these sails have not met the winds to set my course.
Preach and gloat about your new found success,
but I warn you,
do not point fingers and call me less.
For the most beautiful flowers blossom last,
and not picked from perch so quickly,
for in the end the rest will envy,
wishing they were not picked from that wide spreading tree.
For you see my friend,
I am still free, I am still me.
Though I procrastinate,
it has been said, it is worse to have never,
better it be late.
My hero, my mentor,
my influence and motivator.
Please understand that I am who I am,
and this time I realize,
I wont settle just for what I can.
Remember that life is what we make of it,
and if I chose yours, I would grow incurably sick.
Take my hand no longer.
Please let me go, let me grow,
be my friend and simply my equal,
or prepare to be my foe.
I am not you, him or her,
this is my conclusion, of this I am sure.
If life should pass me by,
then justified is time for leaving me to die,
but I,
I will not subside and submit,
bending over backwards just to quit,
to inhale a life not my own,
a life reeking of manufactured bull****.
We stand among crossroads my friend,
and today we must see eye to eye and act as men.
Walk your road to better weather,
a sunshine paradise full of treasure.
I choose the more uncertain road,
where young men stray away,
searching for the fountain of youth,
only to grow old and gray.
Our bond was similarity,
but in this time we see the clarity,
for you are you and I am me.
Shake my hand once more my friend,
I leave you now, may we meet in the end.

:Roberto Loera

A love story to call our own,
How we strive for independence,
But cry when we're alone,
From birth we're given this death sentence,
The way has been shown,
We break down without our maintenance,
Dare our cover be blown,
And we become the worlds acquaintance,
Followed to wherever we may roam,
The world demands obedience,
While building its broken home,
Billions in attendance,
Killing colonies, torching their honeycomb,
Creating bodies some call excellence,
Such as tits shaped just as dome,
False lines prove as evidence,
Holding stiff and firm even though she has grown,
Yet masks are held above intelligence,
Lips shine as if metal and chrome,
This world must seek repentance,
Or it has not yet grown,
Love could quite possibly be a nuisance,
And words never written in stone,
Can it be there never was a prince,
Who never sat upon a thrown,
Maybe this world is drenched in impotence,
Perhaps it needs to atone.

:Roberto Loera

Once there was,
But now there’s not,
A bright red apple,
That has begun to rot,
Wisely choose,
Your poisonous booze,
Thus you have not yet forgot,

Bored am I,
Like a heat seeking missile,
Exploding inside,
As steam from my top hums with a whistle,

Take not me seriously,
I beg of thee,
I only write scribble scrabble,
To save me fro me,
And with simple little rhymes,
I find myself free,
From a moments boredom,
With a simple little pick of an apple tree.

Proverbs 19:21
Many are the plans in a mans heart, but it is the Lords purpose that prevails

805 Ventura, gotta love the smell of Oxnard in the morning

I don’t think it’s an intentional thing, people just get hurt sometimes and it changes them, you know what I mean.
Say a girl is dating this perfect guy in her eyes, and then one day she finds out that he isn’t so perfect and likes to go out on the relationship.
Well basically what that guy did was took that girl and broke her down to someone less then what she was.
Have you ever heard someone say this before “We just make them perfect for someone ells”
Same concept
If you are dating someone, and everything is normal, say like cheating is not involved, but the two people just don’t work out.
Well what they did was to learn from each other and grow in that way, so maybe if the guy starts up a new relationship, this time he might remember to put down the toilet seat, and if the girl starts up a new relationship, she might try a little harder to except her new partners friends or be a little open minded that those friends were there first.
But as for that girl who got cheated on or kicked to the curb without good reason like they weren’t worth a damn, well they don’t learn anything but bitterness and resentment, especially if it happens over and over again, because face it, most of the time we are attracted to the same type of person and we date them over and over and over, same person just different outfit, well at least that’s my personal opinion anyway.

Basically what it comes down to is that a man has to be a man and treat the women in his life like princesses and not like the cheap thrill that a lot of us pricks do.
And if you come across a girl that’s been hurt, which you will… a lot … you have to reassure them over and over and constantly chase them and sooner or later they might give in, just do yourself and the rest of us a favor and prove to her that she’s worth it and that she’s the bomb and that not all men are crap, just occasionally stupid.
And if for some reason it doesn’t work out, Give them a reasonable heart felt explanation and encourage them to keep searching for someone to fill those shoes, because no one should go through life alone and just give up because one person couldn’t hack it when there are so many people out there that are more then willing to fill those shoes.

Same goes to all you women who don’t already know.

….. yeah I’m done