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like a cranky-cranky ass up carburetor?

i doubt the squats will fit, between your legs. riding? up on and up and down, into your swollen hole.

while the cum drips from your eye, do you like to swallow it, taste it? most snakes do.

do you really like to taste life?

the splatter over your chest, the gagging? while your throat does the 'dose-e-doh'? like an artery spilt, sliced and spilling all upon you.

when you had wished you had not have gone so far? just a question. it will never be answered. though.

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let the blood spill.

another two years of bullshit? i suppose so. why not? it's so cheap and so are you. yes you!! like a cheap whore dressed in her jay-c-penny best with the needles still in your chest, you still cum back for more abuse. or is it all a ruse? it's up to you to decide but the numbers do not lie.

numbers, they do not lie nor I. let the blood spill for two more years. 1999 was when this all started as i stare at 2007. it's been a long time. not really i guess in the grand scheme of things but two more years?

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once again i have to say i have done it my way. no quizzes, no boyfriend talk. nothing to capture you into the 'comment zone'. no party dresses, no drag, no cameras at times. just a simple, humble man who happens to be gay. words, words is what bring you back. not pictures, words. okay okay, i have done the quiz thing and the partner thing. okay okay, i showed my back, my ass and my chest here once or twice. what was i thinking? then when i became a 4-eyes i could not wait to post it here. that 4-eyes post got me the most comments i have ever, ever received here. i have learned my lesson though with many regards. i was naive at times. yes, there are people that read this and yes you can hurt someones feeling horribly with words and pictures, though there was no intent on my part to do that. honesty sucks at times, to hear it or to read it. i have learned restraint. for others but not for myself.

for all the many people that have taken the time to send an email through the years or a note or a present in the mail and for those of you i have had the pleasure to have met; what can i say, other then i love you.

i really do. you all have made life worth living at times. trust me.

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crack open that costco size box of razor blades, slice open those wrists and let the blood spill. let it spill all upon your 200 hundred dollar pair of jeans. slice your heart open and wear it upon your sleeve. do you see the red? it's crimson like your heart and what is in your head.

slip upon the blood. crash upon the dirt. vomit up the rocks. be honest and you will garner the respect of those,

who love you.

i have and so can you.

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to my family and my friends: thank you for putting up with it. it's been hard, i know. thank you for trying to at least accept this, my thoughts and my stories. it has been really rough and ugly at times. kinda like sliding down a kite string, but the string is not all lubed up and the next thing you know, you have 'dental' floss of the ass. i will continue to spill my blood though. i have to and i will continue to floss that ass of mine.

i still mourn the loss of you mom. i am not sure what it is, but when a son losses his mother. the words you whispered to me on your death bed, haunt me. still. the words you said. the breathless whisper, you said "davey, don't worry so much about life. everything will be okay."

i so wish to believe that mom.

over and out,

davey.