Beer Porn and Stupidity

Beer Porn and Stupidity.
By Robert Burford Jr.

As the insomnia seeps into my brain as well several hours of Rock Band royalty with Preston and the Ever Changing Sparrow (whom seems as if she wants to fly away down a road less traveled) , I think about the shear mysteriousness of Life and all that it inhabits. Granted I do like to make up stories , this is true, still even Dr Seuss wrote real words in his spare time. Still getting over the Yearbook stamp that was left on my mind ( Any woman would be lucky to have you , which in fact means that that means every woman cept her or him) I listen to words in music more carefully. Music is like an IV to a Dehydrated mind . One song comes to mind , Lost Cause by Beck . It's as if he, as well as most neurotic Americans have been dumped by those who long for something yet what they seek was something they already had or the generic asshole version most people get when they get to picky.
Closing my eyes , I go inside the archive that is my brain , and see that I'm attracted to crazy women. When I'm in love with a crazy woman , I feel as if maybe my arms are the padded room they've been looking for or that they want to hold on till the straight jacket hug suddenly Houdini's' disappearing over time. Maybe it's all the pills I take , that draws them to me , reminding them of their stint at Bellvue. I'm no angel though , I like the raw essence of porn , though I'm a christian which I think is the mathematical equivalent of human. The look on a woman's face when she orgasm is shear Ecstasy , on film and reality.
I've been accused of alot of things , but the one thing that sticks out is boring. I don't think I'm the greatest guy Ever , but I know I'm not boring. Ben Stein has a dry voice , but his sense of humor is wet for days. It ended on the Cornerstone words " It's not you ...... It's me" which to anyone male or female is like , "So , when did you by this huge knife ? I thought we told each other everything." That was the last time Myself and Cereal Flirt ever had a hard conversation face to face as opposed to the flaccidness the one word text had become. You know it's all over when you say "I LOVE YOU" in a text message and you get "LOL" . I'm not saying that happened but I'm sure to the person it happens to they thing it mean "Love Our Love" when really it mean you were a Nice Guy which gave her her "Love Only Ladies" the vast fascination that you indeed turned her gay. Not a bad thing trust me . Hey maybe you're relationship was so good and she wants to experiment and come back to you or maybe you just couldn't cut it on random occasion and you see her reach for her Vibrator named Deja so she can have the same strange orgasms at 3:29.
Yet I digress. I've grown Happily Bitter when it comes to Relationships of Life. Doesn't mean I'm not looking nor does it mean that I despise those who have that in which I'm looking for , just bitter is all I'm saying. Or maybe it's Cynicism that's My Love Supreme . Till the times of Love shine on me again , My love is writing . It's peaceful in it's existence.

Couldn't Stand To See Her Go
Looking Back It Was For The Best
We really would've worked things out
This I can attest
God has something better though
This we can agree
Someone who melts the candy cane
Healthier to me
Longing never to be cynical
Someone to stump my doubts
The one in her heart
She can't live without
Puts me on her top eight
Leave me messages in my Email
Loves me when I win
Holds Me When I fail

This last one had all the pieces
Yet we still came up short
Only enough love from my side
To hold up the two person fort
Will this dream remain a dream?
Is not for me to speak
I'll just pray to God
I'll face the odds
She'll Love Me In My Sleep


Good Nite and Man I wish I had a Beer.
Robert Burford Jr
(c)2008