Nothing is permanent.
Life is a journey.
Pick your own poison.
Go with the flow.
Live your destiny.
You don’t decide your existence.
You just live it.
You become your story.
Nothing is permanent.
Life is a journey.
Pick your own poison.
Go with the flow.
Live your destiny.
You don’t decide your existence.
You just live it.
You become your story.
Seven (7) doors to her heart.
Some say five (5).
There had been disputes concerning ways to win a women to your side.
Attention is being aware of others, besides ourselves, and being the focus of someone’s loving attention. Every woman needs someone who is there to listen to their deepest feelings and needs, and understands her intentions, and fears. Every woman needs that kind of attention to thrive, to be the best they can be. It shows that you care and want her to be around.
Admiration is why she grooms herself daily and spends substantial time and savings on skin care and clothes, to look magical to you. When she is constantly admired, she can feel your undivided presence which affirms her self worth, boosts her esteem, and gives her self confidence. It allays her fears and insecurity and warms herself up to you.
In order to be intimate, woman needs to feel safe, accepted, relaxed, and worthy. Trying to challenge her good sense, oppose or challenge her, will not win you love, respect, or understanding. If you accept her for who she is, it means that you are seeing the truth in her within your relationship. That will calm her and give her a sense of stability and safety. It makes her feel homey as she welcomes you into her life and her inner thoughts.
Appreciating her efforts makes her feel good about herself and increases the chances of her love connection with you. Showing her gratitude and validating her efforts reinforces your good relationship. That she knows she can be of help in times of need and contribute to your well being. Women cares when they are in love. Not knowing when to reciprocate her thoughtfulness by showing her appreciation makes her feel rejected.
As humans, we all need emotional, spiritual and physical affection. It requires some direct behaviors that show us the proof of these things. Affection is often a code word for sex but oftentimes, there can be sex just by being attentive, unexpectedly hugging her from behind, showering her with surprise gifts, sending note cards, dropping her a line when you are busy, these are some keys that makes her feel wanted.
Allowing means letting her be who she is, and not trying to control her, change her, cage her, or force her into a mould she finds irrational, intolerable or humiliating. Allowing is the essence of unconditional love. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t set limits in your relationship with her. You can. But setting limits is done to protect your relationship and yourself; whereas controlling is making her do what you want. Acceptance doesn’t make sense without allowing.
Affirming is to express agreement with, or commitment to uphold and support her thoughts and ideas, or her words or actions. To agree or concur with her gives her the emotional support and encouragement she needs, that what she does is all correct.
I stand open to be corrected. But try not to be abusive with your language.
If everyone dies old, heaven is but a large conglomerate of senior citizens.
Every time it rains,
cuddling you in my arms ,
and smell your hair..
reminds me of the seconds
on the face of
and how much we have wasted
over trivial matters..
when we could use them
I have never forgotten
to love you
Even when it rains
Every time it rains
Let it stream down your heart
and gutter into a pool
Filled with love
In my heart
Let it striate the fog
off our windows
And remove the gale from our eyes
Each time it rains
Every time it rains..
-Kris Lee 2020.
“I think the internet has taken sexual promiscuity to a much higher level. The age of gigolos and mama-sans has succumbed to this almost invisible jackpot showcase that churns millions of assorted humanoids shifting through your screen like oranges falling from the sky within just a few clicks, without you making any raunchy effort to hide your ogle. It is a personal shopping experience of the most luscious level gushing across your iris and you don’t need to be at your personal best to connect.
In the midst of it all, it has also created scoundrels out of men of all shapes and sizes, colours, belief and status. Man that you thought was decent but mischievously deceptive, as they hunt for elixir outside the boundaries of their marital union, and many who hid their sexual innuendos in the pretext of scavenging for a healthy melty relationship. Surprisingly, these are the same people who wedge themselves comfortably in between genuine singles who do not lie nor deceive.
But why does the most successful decent looking husband with a loving wife and children would want to risk it all if one may ask? And successful smart woman were also being cheated everyday?
I think that nomadically, men has always been the hunter gatherer and because of that, the chase has always interest and excite them. What more the triumph and satisfaction of bringing their prized catch back home. Hence their uncontrollable fetish to hunt for flowers of the prettiest bloom.
I think ego and affirmation comes in close second, after years of being deduced from his stigmata of knighthood and gallantry, to that of a janitor and repairman by their partners.
Away from this league are those with uncontrollable urges for coitus, not like they have genuine worries of any kind, nor their egos bruised, the consequence of being side stepped by their partners expectations.
So, how women pick out these pearls from a cache full of peanuts is where relationship coaches took the first big bite out of dimwits, and the scammers who comes in a close second, happily fattening their wallets playing casanovas to these lonely hearts. For those who pays thousands of dollars for advice, still, not all are lucky. Many are still cheated by decent looking men, whilst the rest are still crowding around their personal computers.
But right now, one thing is for certain. As connectivity improves, the inbox will ring nonstop, thus, it is almost certain that women of today are getting much more adoration, admiration and attention than those living in the bygone era. It is abundance with a capital ‘A’ and no longer a ‘you dump me I have no one else to choose from’ game. Some has their ego hitting the roof that their once placid connectivity is now an oasis flustered with high quality lingeries waiting to line their wardrobes on their upcoming birthdays.
So what does this do to the world?
Well, it certainly gave the words lies, betrayal and deceit a proper place in the dictionary of discreet with lawyers busily wrangling for amicable settlements the world over. It has also become the number one avenue where women cheats. But somehow, women show more success in discreet whereas to the men, many got slapped.
And got slapped hard! “
-Kris Lee 2020.
One has to believe in a person before you can trust them. You can’t say I believe you, but I don’t trust you. Neither is it right to say that I trusted you, but I don’t believe you. That kind of statement is purely unacceptable.
The seabirds have flown
The grasses have turned brown
What are we but burnt sand
If hearts that bind no longer shine
But wilt in the golden meadow.
She slips into her lingerie
Unperturbed by the grace she has received in all her years of sacrifices and sweltering for a good family
Although it gave her a sense of satisfaction
When everything falls into place
Nothing seems to work well where affairs of the heart and physical longing is concern
it is lost in the midst of it all
Not that she is complaining
But in her endeavor for a better tomorrow
She is still, after all, a woman
Silhouetted inside her own compound
Which is not just a garden
But a playground she hasn’t had the privilege to explore when younger
In all her nakedness
Therein lives the effeminate man tied and knotted to her for good..
He is but an innuendo who pleases no one but himself
With her needs and craving bloating within
She hungers for some wayward touch
Someone who could unbox her insatiable needs with care and respect a woman craves
Someone with enough resilience to sail the storm
Someone who understands when her soil needs wetting
And leave moist on her leaves
So she could eagerly wrap her petals around him
With the same attention, care and understanding given her
A wild orchid longing to bloom
Her craving now screams louder than the crashing of waterfall happening below
And thus she rhythmically nurtures herself
Oblivious to the melodrama and reverie
Triggering herself in alternate low high arousal
Immersing her thoughts in the most luscious of cosplay
Herself as the protagonist
At other times, the willing slave
She’s on fire…
With each contraction, she jolts to the spasms reacting on her crotch
Harnessing her to wince in delight
She abandons all thoughts of the man bequeathed
For he hasn’t a clue where her hot button situates
He understands neither her needs to have her gape widened to subdue the itch
But her imagery lover does
She yearns for his unassuming gallantry
And strong reassuring arms with a thrust that could make her clamp onto his hips wickedly
And gyrate his hump
She longs for her senses to be awakened
Because she is all woman
Her needs may be inconclusive
But right now, all she cares is to soar above the clouds
With a man who could coax the child out of her
She longs to be touched, teased, kissed and kneaded
She longs to be the wholesome woman before the coming of age
To even out the missed opportunities in her teens she so often reminisces
And in her latter years as a damsel caught in distress inside a restrictive society
She wants to be carried under his pinions and more
she slips back into her lingerie
Again she loses herself in her own thoughts and caresses
But all those delights are but momentary pleasures
For as the sun sets
What which lasts was her struggle with silence and loneliness tormenting her in the fading twilight
As she straddles silently, her grief awaits her in the cuffed room
Of false pretenses…
True love rejoices in truth; in being honest, and transparent; whereas fake love hides in the darkness of lies
True love makes sacrifices; whereas fake love is only selfish upon themselves
True love lasts forever, unlike physical needs or material existence; whereas fake love dies, when it is only after the flesh
True love grows, and inspires you to be a better person; whereas fake love loves fighting and heated arguments, doesn’t know how to resolve problems calmly, and destroys your good life
True love loves you and loves itself, it looks after its own health and well being, so that you could have a stronger relationship; whereas fake love hates itself, giving you more undeserving pains and problems
True love acts with trembling, not only talks but act with passion, excitement and energy; whereas fake love is nonchalant, never cares, and always give excuses instead of fulfilling promises
True love is hopeful, include you into their future plans, and never give up fighting for you; whereas fake love easily gives up, has no permanent plan for your relationship, and doesn’t treat you as important
True love is faithful, dependable and believes in you despite your shortcoming; whereas fake love is unbelieving, until they are 100% sure of you
True love is loyal, displays strong commitment, and will never cheat on you; whereas fake love is a cheater
True love trusts, and have confidence in your actions, they think positively; whereas fake love doubts, and only harbors negativity about you
True love knows and makes effort to know and understand you, so they could love you better, can read your mind and feel your emotions; whereas fake love just doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand what’s going on with you, and doesn’t care about your thoughts and feelings
True love is wise, mature, and righteous; whereas fake love is foolish, childish, inconsiderate, reckless and narrow minded
True love may be painful, but it protects you and shields you from anything that will hinder growth; whereas fake love hurts, it only gives you momentous satisfaction, it is toxic
True love is honorable, respectful of your opinions, and ambition; whereas fake love is rude, arrogant, and disregards your self worth
True love is joyful, happy, and likes to see others happy; whereas fake love is bitter, filled with negativity, and holds grudges
True love is grateful, thankful and blessed when you are around, and appreciates everything you gave; whereas fake love is envious, feels you are unlucky, and jealous of your possessions
True love feels fulfilled; whereas fake love always feels empty, greedy, and unsatisfied
True love is humble, admits to mistakes, and takes the blame unto himself; whereas fake love is proud, boastful, a credit grabber, and never admit to mistakes
True love is patient, enduring, and forgiving; whereas fake love is easily angered, quick to judge, and punishes you without mercy
True love is kind to you, generous, and compassionate; whereas fake love is cruel, gives you pain and treats you badly
“You are my tender flower of the night
And I am your gardener
I tend to you
So that you will continue to bloom
So that the bees may take interest in you
And the weeds will not choke you
And you are self assured being where you are
But now again chosen.
I feel elated and rejoiceful
So that I could go tend to other flowers
as well and make the whole garden bloom
With a life of its own
Although I spent my whole life
as a gardener
I don’t have the privilege to own
As much as I wanted to.”
18+++ Warning! Do not read further if you’re underage or your country law does not permit, Thank You.
She came in, we paused and looked at each other. She made a coying stare as she flicked her long tresses which felt like 10 minutes. And then we kissed. Aggressively for several minutes before I moved her onto my lap.
We were both attached , she, a mother of two, but I could tell that made it more exciting, for both of us. I started to undress her, as she took my t-shirt off and I picked her up and threw her onto my bed . I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight , but she made the call. I am half guessing she wanted it badly..,
I remember she laughed…
I started kissing her body… starting with her ears and her neck; I could tell she was getting aroused as she bit her lips. I moved slowly down her body, giving her plenty of pleasurable pecks around her breasts while I rubbed my hand up and down the inside of her leg.
She was fair skinned. A bit fleshy, but naughty. But that’s how I like it. She was always discreet, eager to experiment and tight lipped.
I started kissing her lightly around her areolas , and she opened her mouth. She stared blank into my eyes and at this point, I could tell she was extremely turned on. I unbuttoned her jeans and took them off. I started rubbing her crotch and her panties were soaked.
She reached for my crotch as I had a massive erection which was obvious given I was only in one of my looser cotton shorts. She pulled my penis out and moved over to start sucking on it. I said “No, I also want to go down on you” and she said “well I want to suck your cock”.
So we did a sixty/nine.
Before long, juice started flowing and I could feel her uneasiness by her writhing and her legs squashing me and so we decided to start having sex. We didn’t use a condom. I’ve never liked it and without it, the encounter was rastafaric and wreckless. She wasn’t concern at all at that time. From her blooded red lips , I could feel her arousal.
She started riding me for a bit until she came and then we changed positions where I was standing just beside the bed, holding one of her legs up. I love her toned legs.
Eventually, we moved to doggystyle. After three minutes in doggystyle, she stopped me and asked if I wanted her anal. I had said “Oooh! Hell do I love it! But are you sure?” She said “Yeah, that’s one of my fantasies. But just go slowly”. We didn’t have any lube but my penis was already wet from her vagina. At first I gave her a tongue fuck on her anus and then, I gently put it in her ass and I could hear her gasp slightly. I moved it in and out slowly for a bit. Gosh! it felt so tight…!” I tried to last as long as I could.
She finally started saying “I’m coming !” and within seconds after that, I came as well.
18=== (Please do not continue reading if you are underaged or if the laws of you country forbid it, Thank You.)
I’d like to pet you ,
with both your arms reaching behind my head,
your beautiful hair cascading down your back,
and I am right behind you…
holding onto you…
my naked body rhythming your own,
now fondling your slightly engorged breasts…
I’d like to watch you bite your lips,
letting off an inexplicable moan,
feeling the ecstasy of my fingers exploring your curvature
till wetness streams down your lower pelvis…
And we were both naked.
Clumsily we have tossed our clothes onto the sand…
to the buzz of fireflies,
against the shadows that cascades upon the rocks.
In the glow of the silvery moonlight.
Like Adam & Eve,
you and I are now one in tune with the nature,
The warm lazy breeze caressing your skin,
and the sounds of roaring waves pounding the shores
like two eager lovers mixing in delight…
I’d like to pet you,
continuously flicking your love grapes with my tongue,
till you writhe for breath…
one propping up your dainty armpit,
stealthily trailing down your abdomen,
to where your muff is,
a finger away from your pelvic bone,
encircling your cropped turf,
playing lightly at the hairs,
as my lips peck your neck,
and nape at your shoulder blades,
till you squirm and bloom,
till your love juice flows out…
moistening your yearning cunt…
till you succumb to the erotic waves of pleasure touching…
And with that same hand,
I lifted up one of your slender legs,
Lightly perching it onto the exposed roots
of the tall imposing Casuarinas
Oh those endless thighs…!
The warm breeze now glides through your crotch,
Permeating your senses,
as I guide my fingers in through the eager parted folds
Your moist now trails its river down my fingers
The strokes was enticing,
deeply satisfying even to the protagonist…
as it went from strong to weak, then strong again…
Working back and forth with the heightened pleasure…
which leads you to unimaginable crescendo…
Sometimes fast, at times slow…
till both your legs tremble,
as you squirm to the heat
till you signal for more…
Your slender fingers now slides down
cusping your own grassy patch,
enjoying that sensation enveloping your entire abdomen,
before you guide your slender fingers to glade behind
in search of my love rod as you now hold…
and held me grimace,
the same moment as my fingers slither in to yours…
Both our gyrations are now in harmony
As we both sway in tune,
with the wrestling leaves…
That continuous wrenching and sweet torment from the repeated trance
As my fingers now roar faster and faster, and faster,
your knees now made weak from the nail biting pleasure…
Your legs now shiver
Your breath in luscious gasp…
And then you said
“Don’t stop darling, don’t you stop! I’m coming soon darling ohhhhh…!
As you grip tight to my hips…
I held you firm, fondling you from behind…
as you now peak in pleasure
And then you utter
“Oooh…ooooh…. ooooh…. ohhhhh ohHHH OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH That’s it! THAT’S IT! I’M COMING… I’M COMING…. I”M COMING!!!
and like a big tent acrobat, I flipped you over, both my hands now grip your buns,
my mouth pressing tightly on your lower muff
As you let off a huge moannnn….!
The gush was strong as waves and waves of pleasure surmount your whole being!
Relishing the loving wetness, I swish back and forth with my tongue,
And you manage to glance at me
through half opened eyes
Looking at me in that kneeling position, sucking into your gushing love hole
was too much to bear…
It makes you even hornier than you thought you are incapable of,
as the images of my orientation keeps on flashing inside your head, sending you now into pure ecstasy !
I grip onto you firmly…
That you could enjoy the thrashing waves of orgasm now hitting you in spurts…
connecting you with the nature we lay bare!
And the contractions you feel all over your pelvic region has become a reservoir that just burst its embankments!
Flooding your gape which spurts so much of sweet loving juice!
You now know you needed a little propping up as your limbs now weakens
As you glance down, you saw me gripping onto you ever so tightly
And you smile a little smile…
feeling at peace because he is right here with you, holding onto you ever so tightly
as you did him…
Please do not carry on reading if you are underaged or your country law forbids.
“How sweet it would be, to see you there, lying on the bed, anticipating my presence”…
“How sweet it would be, to relish your contour, basking under the pale glow of the moon as I approach”, I thought for awhile…
And there you were, lying face down, like a slumbering Aphrodite, your skin, smooth as silkened powder, your fragrance, enveloping the room , overcoming my senses…
Just like how I anticipated.
“Oh my lover of the night whose soul doth connects to mine…”, I thought to myself, as I whimper sweet nothings into your ears whilst your eyes lay closed …
And there I was staring at you, and staring at myself from the reflection in the mirror. Through the faintly glow, there I was, quenching my thirst, with my fingers at your nape.
You quivered with pleasure…
On bended knees, I stoop, there I caressed your supple skin .
You turned over and smiled as I slowly lifted the strings that helm your nightie…
You trembled to the sensation of that cold air now pelting your skin…
My mouth now explores the silkened length of your legs, relishing its way to your feet, caressing each dainty toe, tenderly taking them in one by one, into my mouth, hearing you let out a silent moan…
(A gush of juice now flows and wet your panties..)
My tongue, now inching along, teases your ankle with little pecks… as both my hands caresses your feet..
You were gasping in delight… mouth wide open, eyes in trancelike state, again, letting out a yearning moan…
(You felt a heightened sense of pleasure, a litany singing from heaven now overcoming your body..)
And you said “Gosh Darling, Give it to me nowI I want it now! Oh Please!!!”, as you spread your legs wide…)
You were trembling and thrashing, as you gripped and swirl on the bedsheet, your head tossing, your mind swirling, your hair ruffling in a state of pure ecstasy..
Your nails now bite into my back, your legs, lifted, a little higher, gyrating to the rhythmic motion of my intimate dynamic humps.
“Take me! Take me!” you said!
Flesh to flesh, skin to skin, two luscious soul connects and rocks..
Organ to organ, sweat to sweat, moist juice smacking on their pubic hairs, as you held on tightly but firmly, my face limping over your neck, licking the sweet drips of perspiration warming your ears…
Your nipples now stays erect, perched in gay abandonment brushing my torso… and the trash, at first slow, has now sped in tango. Both legs, once rodeoed, are now clamped, muscles gliding as they rub in intimacy, they are now locked over my back.
Such pain, such pleasure, your hands now gripped my face as you push your lips to meet mine!
“Give me your tongue” you said, as you thirstily quench on my saliva until you squirm and let out a Big BIG moan! Your pussy pulsates and contracts as it churns and swallows my engorged phallus. In an expletive moment, I too came! Spurts after spurts, giving the cunt the last few poundings it deserves!
“I want it inside my mouth!”, you said as you slid below my torso, slurping like s wild crazy creature, taking in every drop of love juice that you possibly could fit into your mouth. You swallowed, fingers guiding the spillovers, as you drank in all the nectar. “Now you’re inside my body”, you said with a sensuous glee.
You held onto me tightly…
For a fleeting moment , there you are, laying motionless, succumbing to the feeling of ecstasy tinglng your skin and swirling inside your mind. You managed a few giggles as your body lays limpid to the sweet moist of love and lust both mixes in the concoction of the excitement you both planned. You wanted it so much. A far cry from the placid days spent lying there whilst your husband trounces you for his own selfish pleasure without caring for your needs. You lay there wondering, if this romance and discreet intimacy could go on and on, and on…
You wanted it so much to be able to unleash the hidden facets of your longings, trappings of a sex starved woman you knew you were, and for your body to be held and kneaded at the right places. That arouses you. That you know now, is the ingredient which makes the whole bonding heavenly.
And that is what, satisfies you immensely…
Most of all, you wanted to be able to orgasm as much, over and over and over again and feel the sensations lasting on your crotch, arising from the heat and madness with the wonderful lover you have found.
As you lay there, you could here the sounds of shower coming from the bathroom. And smiled. The contractions wasn’t over…
You ran your fingers over your abdomen and down your love hole. You inserted your fingers in and moaned. Now it’s even more sensitive to touch. And you loved it. “What a wild lover”, you thought to yourself. “He’s hot and perfect in every single way..,
And he alone could ignite the flame inside of me…”
The shower door opens and there he stood, the Greek god of sex you were endowed with.
And another tingling sensation envelops your being. “Honestly, I know I am insatiable.” you thought to yourself. “But how could he have made me not think of anyone else except him alone?!” And even when I’m not with him, there’s this longing that bodes into emptiness inside my heart, the longing for his presence, and touch. “Oh how it hurts!”
I collected my clothes.
Again I approached my sweet Aphrodite and onto her body, I planted kisses. The forehead, the cheeks, the neck, the lips. And went down again to the other lips. Again she moaned. Again she spread her legs.
“Don’t go yet darling, stay with me for a little while more ?” , you were heard saying as I adjusted my self up from the love nest.
I went to your side, holding your hands in mine, feeling your fingers interlocking mine…
I gave it a reassuring squeeze…
And I said “Dear, I am yours, for as long as the river flows, mine will flow to your heart.”
I adjusted my shoelaces, then my tie.
“Never ever forget that, my soulmate, and I heart you.”
And again you pounced onto me, hungrily searching for my lips! I could feel your needs. And I let you. Brushing your hair off your face, my hands now flicking and embracing your gorged nipples…
The door remains closed.
My schedule again changes.
For the umpteenth time…
“And what is that fragrance
That cuddles my little grey cells
And held me captive
In the deepest crevice
of my darkest night
Through mazy pathways
The wonder of you
Clusters in patches
Of broken dew
Through summer neglect
Above the frothy dunes
Peaks the silken embrace
Of curvy primal steed
Of your scented breath.
Never in the history of our country has our people ever been so spruced up, spanky and clean! In another 18 days, we’d all be fairer skinned, slimmer and possibly more self absorbed. We’d also probably lost track of our goals and ambitions after the constant attack on detergents, shampoos, sanitizers and the heart to heart talk with our plants, fridge and coffee maker. We would have probably got used to the simpler necessities of life.
The immobilization and cranky solitude will make an imprint on us all, as we furrow our existence – being conscious about our day to day living, and waking up to visions of a cleaner sky, sea, land, trees, roads, tomorrow and of submerged silence. We will become more acutely aware of the people we come into contact with, giving up of handshakes for namaste, and segregating what matters and what can wait. And the immaterial from the material.
Our mind travels. We now relate ourselves to the animals in captivity at the Zoos, looking out from their cages day in, day out. And the fishes talking to their own reflection inside glass tanks. And we relate ourselves to the people anguished inside the atrocities of war with nothing to look forward to.
But as we all tone down and the world mellows in quivering spin, the smog that curtains our garden now clears. In its rare silence, we can relax to the chirping of birds and distinguish pure decibels once subdued by the noises infused by the mass honking of vehicles. We can rejoice to the depletion of aerosolic dust that once capped our lungs.
We are now more intelligent.
More critically aware of hygiene because we saw through human susceptibility and the mass pillage of undeserving corpses worldwide.
The earth now heals slowly as man dislodges their daily activities, gives up their wants for needs, and continue to prioritize what used to fashion us to the brink of despair.
After a further 18 days of revetment, we could all pat our own backs and be proud.
Think about how much more you will know about your partner, and the smell of jasmine tea. Some will break down, some eventually loses their minds. Some found new ways to dry their clothes and some, would crawl under their beds to sleep. And some would have turned philosophers, amid the chuckles from infants that warms our hope.
Our world is now suffering from the unnecessary insertion of the word f**king in the most unlikeliest of sentence beit written or spelt out eg. ”He’s f**king sick!” … and I’m like “Huh? Really? He got sick f**king?”
Work from home, study from home, eat at home, sleep at home, shit at home and play at home. Shop, pray, get entertained or meet people?
Change your lifestyle.
This is Year 2020.
For centuries, religion has lived with men. If religion is the water of life, then men must be the stones which stays submerged. But still remains dry when picked. Such are men. It is difficult for water to penetrate us. Lest we chose to be porous.
The Chinese could not have been more elegant, unless we hark back to the era of the glitzy twenties, with pompadour hairstyles and sequined dresses bedecked with fineries et al, the way we are supposed to be, all dressed up to roar!
“When self importance is stripped away, our mind will seek to escape and one will thus withdraw oneself into one’s own tiny cage before emerging into a fantasy world that others find you weird to comprehend or accept. Self consolation and assurance plays out full time in the form of hallucination. Others become victims of your aggression. The majority who can’t escape suffers from depression.”
Your environment shapes you,
your circumstance shapes you,
the people around you shapes you.
No wonder you are in such a mayhem.
Make me God and I shall make long eyelashes essential in my creations. For those who has them, you’d understand how it feels when it wipes the surface of your eyeglasses every now and then. Just like wipers on car screens.
Some women thought that man only cares for looks. Until they were dumped years later for women whose maturity cradles his insecurity, whose humor tickles his fantasy, and whose wit conserves his legacy.
When decent looking people overdresses, they’d look gaudy, not classy. I just wonder the contours behind all those cover up and ponder if you’re really that badly made cos really, I am bewildered with your spasticity. Not that I am being sardonic.
Some people portray themselves with such impeccable finesse, but when they’re behind the limelight, their sin flows down their legs like as if they’re menstruating.
This world needed two sets of rules to regulate. One, for men to abide with and the other, for the place or the environment men lives in. Because men stupendously destroys his own environment and everything within his reach, then, men destroys himself.
Men, must in other words be controlled, before they become uncontrollable. Ever wonder how men left behind massive monuments like the Pyramids of Giza or the Great Wall of China without people in it?
Likewise, for great men that they revere to, they encast their achievements on stone steles or encase them inside catacombs, thus making relics out of them, after they expired. As for the insignificant rest, to dust they all head to.
Thus, when we encounter a well regulated country with everything running smoothly and efficiently, we all know that the two sets of rules are constantly in motion and cogged, with the strictest of enforcement. If not, men would have run it down, like how they ran everything down, and in the end, gave us lost civilizations.”
– Kris Lee 2019.
The correct way to celebrate women is to allow them total freedom not to be like us. And crucify those who curls you up with their pinky. Men loves femininity. Not sexists.
“A woman’s mind is as murky as the muddy river because they simply cannot declassify. But the beauty of possessing a holistic mind is that they can lump actions with dire consequences which made them the far safer sex. Anyhow, it twitches me to know how yoga could possibly help women untwine unless they are prepared to lose their identity and become man instead. Speaking with a coarser voice, growing beards under their chin, eating fajitas wearing a hot sweaty singlet.”
The secret of success is not in keeping opportunities to yourself but in giving opportunities to others. The goodness echoing behind you is more valuable than the praises others sing in front of you. Always stay humble.
Nothing infringes the civil liberties of man more than uncivilized man, who uses the basis of your belief more oftenly your religion, to reshape you to whom they like you to be, so they can control you, and use you to their liking.