New Books!!!

What Ifs

A lot of "what ifs?" are suddenly occurring all at once.


And I'm stuck here really not knowing what to do.





BIIIIIIG pickle.

I Don't Like To Share.

Period.




Drop that bitch and come here.




You know she will never be me.

Old Habits Die Hard.

He lured me back into my old habits.





It wasn't my fault, I swear!

Pussy Whipped.

I scare you because you know what I can do.
I scare you because you have no idea who I will tell.
I scare you because you know you already are in love with me.

I scare you because you know that I'm using you.
I scare you because you know you can never have me.
I scare you because you know that I don't want only you.
I scare you because you know that you're NOT the "one".





Listen to me. You might as well call it off now. Before your fragile little heart get broken into pieces. Because you know I won't care if it is. Because I won't do a damned thing about it but walk away. And not look back. So leave now.


Country boys and city girls don't do well together. I've told you before, you're too nice. And I'm not. I'd say I'm sorry. But I'm not. You were fun while it lasted.

Give Me Smog.

I miss home. A lot, a lot.





I hate being surrounded by these simple minded folk. Give me the assholes, the 80mph drives, plastic tits and dicks.


California is a reality check to whom ever lingers its way. I'm stuck in this fucking Six Days, Seven Nights movie day in and day out.



TAKE ME HOME. (or to Germany.)