raging hormones for boobies and decency

if you have it flaunt it...go and make your papa proud! any guy would opt for full-grown boobies! we can't help ourselves whenever we come abreast with great breasts. can the ladies blame us if we give a look...i mean a stare? among the descendants of adam who i know, almost all of them have been fanatics of boobies...well-honed and greatly toned boobies.

we, men, also have hormones...and it rage like dogs locked in the house for days with no food. more than the inner beauty of women, it is a realistic and a decent assumption (and definitely not just sweeping) that all of us men get to be more often than not physical. after the face comes down to the boobies, and then the personality. dogs do play around too, and if cats are willing to tag along, they will have to learn to hold on to what they value most.

this is the general thinking of us men. however, after playing and getting tired of it, we also look for avenues, some sort of leeways for us to breathe and not just look and smell the flowers so to speak, but to really sit down and know what makes the flower bloom in such grand pastels.

a thin line only separates profanity and being respected. if you want to be respected, act as if you ought to be respected. if you want some vulgar profanity...dress inappropriately...you do not even have to play it.

gloomy doomed

argh! i don't know what's to come. i know that certainty is not of anybody's monopoly, but if there's one thing that i am sure of right now, i am all set to have a gloomy doomed BIG P life. don't ask why...i just am certain of it.

i wish i'm somewhere else doing what i really want and yearn for. that way, i only have myself to blame. i will not complain. and even if there are pain and disappointments here and there, they are always welcome. no room for gloomy doomed days.

the amazing grace will come around. i will come around too....i hope...