she came all in my mouth,
i took lines off her tattooed body;
she was higher than a heroine addict,
and turns out, that was a problem for her.
we’ll sacrifice the good feelings,
the aesthetic feelings of immediacy,
for some possible moral outcome,
instead of outcumming.
the philosophers are never far off,
forever debating the dichotomous
emotions that humans feel on a daily
i choose the hedonistic approach.
i know we’ll all perish eventually,
and then the earth will eventually
perish and all of your morality
will mean shit; literal, shit.
i hope that makes you happy,
knowing that your decisions
have no real meaning. enjoy it.