Sunday, October 31, 2010

So, iv'e finally figured out the greatest mystery in the story of my life. Why are you single Christopher? Well, Christopher is single for a number of reasons. First, he cant seem to turn his love switch off. I mean, he could take a rat, with not a life plan; See the world in her, and mold feelings for her. Reason for this method of desperation . He grew up with a single mother. She drug him where ever she went. He saw the pain in her. One man to another. How could he treat another single mother in anyway but a respectful manner.
See the blame doesn't lie within the confines of the all to common female race. It lies within I. That brings me to my next reason. Christopher fears the female race. There I said it, and it feels damn good. The all powerful female entity, just sort of omnipotent. The ability they have to just teleport from one man, to another. Notice, not all females know their true power. However, when they find that missing link, and operate at full blast, smh it's a force to be reckoned with.
Well, im a little tired of spilling my guts out for the evening. You folks, or the one person listening, have a good night. I'll be back, hopefully with some good news

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Being that everyone is too busy on fb, I don't have a problem being open about myself on here, I mean like who's really gonna read this. I have a problem, not to much a big problem, but just something that is delaying my happiness, and could potentially leave me to die a lonely man. I dont know how to love, i have no patience, I cant make up my mind, and I often convince myself that someone is not feeling me the same. My job is to travel, I can literally be anywhere in the world in a matter of hours. On these "trips", I run into beautiful women, I mean drop dead gorgeous women. But I just want someone simple, that i can see within a matter of hours consistantly. I am scared of women, in the denial aspect mostly, I hate to be denied. Even worst, i hate to be led on, or mis led. For ex: I was on a trip out to the boston area, portsmouth new hampshire to be exact. We went to a bar, where i saw the most attractive African American sistah I have seen at that time. So after i finished my drink, i approached her. We had a good little convo, in which my number was given. She said she would call, but for the the sake of time, she did not. To be mis led by that caliber of beauty smh. I can honestly say that i was confident that she would call. But im tired of typing so, you'll get part 2 of the " I cant stand me" later

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

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Could it be, that im the only drone in a world full of humans. Or am I the only human in a world full of drones. My thoughts, views, and beliefs are frowned upon more than often. We do not exist in my world, it is only I. For I am, what the fuck am I? Am I a purpose, or am I a waist of time. I peruse the city streets at night swearing that I am an angel, and looking for a way back home, if you get my drift. Waiting for the assistance of a more popular angel, to swipe at me, removing me from the very flesh that covers my soul. Out of my spine will stretch the wings of an eagle. Shoot, i bet i can make it to heaven with one leap.