this is why i drink tea.

 The only time you are conscious is when you have internal haemorrhoids, and when a beautiful lady passes you with her wiggling mass filled beautiful lickable ass in her peach yoga pants while you are drinking tea. But I can’t see any yogapants with scarfs tied to their faces making them beautiful so their ass stays sexy. All I got is leggings. Well I paid extra five rupees just for that leaves, (I don’t  know if they are tulsi or pudina and I am too scared to ask the man in charge, and I can’t recognise the taste. others say its pudina, fuck it.) and at the other place they would offer a cup double this size but with no leaves but with seeds which I don’t know where I can’t see women but people all over riding in hurry to finis their jobs for which they live to which they get paid so they can live peacefully all their lives making someone rich. But this place I got hot chicks to watch, aunts scratching their pussies and asses so their husbands can beat them in their little home they got with their kids screaming. (Women Wearing yoga pants are liberated, I don’t know but these women can’t afford yoga pants, instead they show their half assed liberation in leggings, I don’t fuckin know the difference between yoga pants and leggings, and I don’t want to know, what am I going to do with knowing the difference between them all I want is a ass which I am never going to get, nothing special in them, all I got to do is open it up and move it together so I can make babies and make them miserable so to make them think about sex and make sure that they won’t get what they want so they remain retarded and make them evil like me just like fathers do to their kids.  And those other bastards can jerk off while watching them. whacking your little brother in the middle of the market is dangerous, some might cut it off demanding it as a gift to god, or they might feed it to dogs, it’s not much a difference, just change the order. women, they are genius by saving your buddy wearing leggings so that you can satisfy and fuck them in cow girl style later in your dream, who knows she might be seeing your balls. balls won’t wave like titties, they are there silent and serene, just the production is on every time, so these half assed liberals showing their panty lines in their cheap leggings are crazy about their life and their rituals and their meaning of being a woman and at the same time being a liberate, half assed. Fuck it, still they can’t squirt, fuck it again, the women I am talking can’t squirt all they can do is have a baby, that might be the greatest orgasm according to mystics, but all these women do is nag like a bitch and brag like a cosmetic coated whore. The other teenagers started squirting long ago, teaching their mothers to squirt 20 times a day with devices plugging charging for 24hrs a day. But these women are not liberated, they won’t suck cocks, says the co-worker, they won’t take it in the ass, afraid of pain, the only thing they can afford is getting pinched in the ass in the kitchen with everyone in the home partying, wearing leggings showing panties, bra lines with black, a little bit cleavage in the morning, and a little bitchy face when you fuckin fight, enough of liberals now.)

back to being conscious, you focus on her ass a lot that you barely know anything happening except her ass waving slowly in the air jiggling and jiggling like a wet water filled balloon, you want to smack it, fuckin dare it, her husband will jam a rod from your ass so that it ends in your mouth. And the other is hell.

most of the time I spend time watching those curves bulging out of their leggings with their husbands besides with a look ready to punch me in the face so that I stay calm and not look at them, but I don’t want to look at their faces, they are more dangerous than sex starved uncles of yours, they are only beautiful from the neck to the knees, and the rest is you don’t want to hang with, you want to fuck it, you don’t want to talk with it, you don’t want asking questions about what you love and what you hate and what you admire, you don’t like all this shit, you want only fucking and fucking is good when the other only moans and makes your moves intensive and organic as hell so that you don’t have to depend on the pills, wherever you go they follow you like the old dog who followed the little shit, you drink chai at the corner of the street and their goes the beautiful ass with the ugly face and she looks at you and she smiles at you and you don’t want her and she doesn’t want you, so that the rest goes as it goes so that her mother and her brothers stays happy and have a chill without any blood pressure, you hang out with your friend and they follow you, you go to funeral and their goes the beautiful asses and virgins with their panty lines and bra lines, uff, theirs no echo to the rhythm I scream and there’s no reply to the echo I hear, it’s all just big motherfucker society with their leggings and bras and panties so that they look cool and the other is hot fapping in bathroom imaging them so they feel confident about fucking a beautiful whore who is selected by their parents just cause they don’t want to be depressed about their present of not getting a women to hold the shaft and sing it up and down, round and round. and who the hell will fuck her, you, only you, you sweet little fucker. Good by you sweet little fucker, go fuckin drink some chai and try to be creative so that humanity stays conscious. Enough of me being creative, finis.