Young Boys are Perv's

"Once I was born and then  found myself to a point where I started to think that the more you chase your freedom,the easier it comes. And since,life is all about freedom,and since,freedom is the only thing better than the things you can buy,and since,the things you can buy are just things you can buy,what a better life to choose than trying to chase freedom and then,maybe one day,be truly free? Everything else,career,money,family,home,people,religion,beliefs,lifestyle,football,love or art can go and fuck themselves. Only thing that matters for real is the trip.The journey.The chase for freedom.What makes a man happy,is something “people” often ask themselves. They can go fuck themselves too. ‘Cause they will never be happy. Happiness is all about not asking its true meaning.Its all about keeping it real.Its all about doing the right thing no matter what.Its all about feeling free. People who can go fuck themselves,cause they will never be happy,often fuck themselves living on a fantasy land and then call themselves unhappy. Instead of stupid.They are the ones that never got the truth. Happiness is all about trying to be free.Or,simply put,”the chase is better than the catch”.  " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ people say that nature comes first.people say that happiness is the dream.people say a lot of things.people  talk and cry and people laugh and people die. People do a lot of things. People build and create and protest and test others in order to survive.or simply put,stay alive. James corduroy is one of them. James likes to say and do a lot of things.a childish man with long hair and an iron confidence should not be taken lightly.this is a lesson that every children learns at the very earliest stages of his premature adolescence. James was never raised in a –what most people call- normal environment. James was never raised in a family,with a dad and a mom. James was never raised in order to produce and serve. James was never raised by the system.   This is his story.”   [[ “the morning sun” may seem extremely “troubling” when your head is like an overdosed potatoe after a “good night’s” “boozing and choosing”. “the morning sun” is what keeps you alive and kicking and hot.some people never see it for a long time and their minds get cold.these people are called british or scandinavian. “troubling” is what you get for acting inappropriately to the moral laws of your society. “good night” is what james corduroy considers overnight-mingling with other people and making fun of them while drinking and redefining the origins and the originality of himself. “boozing and choosing” is a game where people drink as much as they can while choosing for things they like,such as sexual partner,friends,passions and dreams. Anybody can play and you win by not living in reality. People who lose will be sent as a consequence for being “troubling” for a “goodnight sleep” to a place where “people” with diplomas and white clothes will test drugs on them and treat them like dinosaur shit with a voice. This is the time when your head becomes an overdosed potatoe forever. This has never been the case or a problem for james corduroy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  “people” is the kind of people that should be taken lightly by james corduroy. They lack the capacity to hurt him.   The morning sun never seemed better for james. Even though he had a funeral to attend to. They wanna spray our lifes.with smoking and non smoking devices,beverages with and without alcohol.pills that make you sick,mad,angry or shitty as a human being.drugs legal and illegal. With chidren of divorce or children from a liberal merrily fucked ever after family.they don’t care and they never did.neither did any creation called god,spirit or prolific stuff like this. We fucked up.real bad,long time ago.not my fault though ,man. Maybe this is the problem of our society. What i do and how i select to spend the rest of my life. And them,im being sprayed all over again. And then,i gotta be all over the smoking,the alcohol,the pills,the sickness,the madness,the anger and the shit of just being me. Times keep ticking like a swiss fucking watch but im still here. Im here to choose not to be sprayed. Im here to define myself like never before. Im the fuckin walrus and the fuckin antichrist and a fuckin rockstar. Im corduroy and that’s how i roll. Im the reason you sleep at night, scared little shit. So,smile shit and back up your seatbelt,cause humanity as you comprehend it, is going bye bye.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jam has been dealing with the devil and that’s as far as Im concerned,a great accomplishment for any man or woman. Ladies have most of the times proved theirselves more than generous to Jam’s taste in a wealthy,simultaneous and tasteful sexlife. It was in the early days that he discovered the joy of masturbation.The joy of making yourself happy manually,that is. Jam was no more than eleven when all of a sudden,his cock became a cock for real and decided to respond into a naked woman’s Boobs. Boobs is a weapon for ladies to carry. They make men stupid,time to vanish and cause other women jealousy.The only thing bad about them is that they have no real identification,for instance,you are never sure whether you wanna chew them,lick them,kiss them or just stare at them.Problem is they never look at you back,since they are open to anyone.The woman inside them is usually willing to give or take from a relationship according to their size.Cherie Johnson likes her Boobs and one day will have three children because of her willingness to "give and take".Cherie Johnson’s breast are greater than heaven. That is all people know about Boobs. Back onto little Jam interrogative adventure with his peanis,Cherie Johnson,a blonde white actress/waitress/slut/carrier of Big Boobs,was the first lady Jam ever made imaginary love too.   Some years later,little Jam grew up,met Cherie in a bar and decided to fuck her.Just for tha sake of that day.He told her he loved her like no creature he had ever seen,that she was the one she was waiting and all the great stories “Cherie Johnsons” of this world wanna listen before they suck your cock in their mouth and lick it like its chocolate lollypop.God,children eat that stuff.No wonder,they end up gay and confused about their willingness to suck.. She broke up his boyfriend by the telephone -he was extremely sad- and then let Jam take her by the ass,”just like she wants to”. For some “people”,that’s a great acoomplisment too,I guess. Not for Jam,though. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------   Waylan just had a bad dream.the nerve cells kick his brain and make him smile for a while. After the first appearance of a childish smile,he now smiles in confidence. For some reason,he is happy.He gave end to his small laugh and listened himself speak loudly inside his head,like so many times. The himself inside your head sometimes is your consciousness when being smart. Waylan was supposed to be smart. “ Nightmares are the bad taste of the life you ate.dreams are the hopes that swim confidently inside your lake.real or fake,mind’s a pretty fucked up thing when wanting to hate. Hate is the choise you are bound to have as the system’s whore,in all fucked up situations.Every feeling left is nothing to adore,but half-fucked situations. Divorce from a pretty fairy princess you once cherryshed greatly,the look of your touth grinding altogether when seen a cop,leftover for a  loser by so called friends or the pitty smile of a fat rich guy who has no soul to look into. Whatever it is that makes you sick,angry and wanting to kill a puppy every single minute of your life.That is hate. Hate is the systems perfect nature. When born,just right after you first cry in a strange man’s white gloves and people start to scream,you get a system,full of rules you have to apply. This day will be followed by many more and one day you will lose your self esteem. You may wonder into the great darkness or the sparkling yellow for a while,but you are certainly going to taste hate once in a while. Rules were meant to be destroyed.Isnt this why people act like annoying toys occupying space? The actual whole meaning of having rules is their penalties.penalties are the only thing in life that creates trends for sure. In a  hypothetical society inspired by your finest thoughts,there would be no guns or war or politicians or kings or priests or hell or heaven.and it stretches. Society needs a structure to keep its experiments like horny rabbits in a cage.some carrot and some  bunnyporno might do the trick for a while,nontheless having rules is the certificate of authorizing enslavement of freedom and keeping them tight. Because of their fear. Fear takes credit for all beauty in ugly creatures. Fear sets us free. Being afraid is like being a child. We are the children who have to eat the whole cake.a passionate,uncaring free child. We are ugly freedom’s starving children and we just don’t know what to do with our selves. Is it right to be a doctor? Is it right to kill a man if he rapes my woman? Is it right if i don’t wanna have a child? Is it right if i kiss you? Society plays chess with your wounds and every checkmate you get,the deeper you get lost inside your head. Like the alternative lifestyle we can afford that makes us so fucking special and strong. Like you and me and everything else poisoned by hate. Like everything. Hate proves we don’t like what happens when rules fail to apply for one reason or another.hate knows that. Hate will come again and again.”     It wasn’t an easy night for “waylan william the 3rd” and some thoughts disquised as poetry could do the trick.   Three and a half years later,waylan would meet his two best childhood friends: james corduroy and sparky the giant. He later won more than eleven prestigious prizes about marketing and business management. He never wrote poetry or kept a diary ever again  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Erection safari in a desert of pussioasis. Thats how you are supposed to see love. At least,that’s what Tom Corduroy said to his son,James. The boy had asked his father in confidence,”what love is?” Right after jerking off for the very first time. The boy was excited and wanted to truly understand the nature of his situation. They met outside the toilet.His dad was wearing his sleepers and a Skid Row T-shirt. The T-shirt pictured another Cherie Johnson of this world licking a guitar,just like the guitar was a cock.Her nipples could also be seen. Jam thought of weird names for the nipples of the girl of the T-shirt of his dad instead of actually taking his dad’s answer for real. He didn’t have time for foolishness.He actually wanted to know. The nipples were named Youth and Cherrie. James smiled at his dad and left in a hurry.He went up to his room and decided to draw Boobs,call Mary and ask her out.   He also masturbated seventeen times this weekend. -Was that ever really an accomplishment?,the boy kept on wondering,when he realized the number of wasted jism all over the couch and the clothes. Then,he fell asleep.The pillows were more comfortable this night.