Thank you to Bachman-turner overdrive for this one.

I thought any love was good love, oh how motherfucking wrong I was.

Get off this by Cracker started.

If you want to change the world, shut your mouth.

I fuck with myself.

Now back to love.

I’ve had 4 wives.

There is not a single one of them I chose.

The first one was a lesson, as were the rest.

Why did I love them and was it true love?

I loved, truly loved one woman and I never married her.

Lust is why I married the rest.

I’m an empathic amplifier.

How do I not know that what I felt was mine?

I don’t know.

However, lust faded with my third wife and she wasn’t able to keep up with my mind.

The first wife got rid of me.

The 2 wife a leopard can’t change it’s spots and that’s what I learned.

The 4th one, I didn’t know her, how could I love her truly.

It’s been more than ten years since I’ve had sex. I’ve dated, but no sex.

I want to know a woman’s mind.

I’m a telepath. Why wouldn’t I want to explore her mind?

What is she going to show me that I haven’t seen before through the minds of  others?

I want a partner a friend and some I can have sex with in one woman.

I’ve been a house husband and honestly, it’s my favorite job.

I had plenty of time to do this shit and my other shit. She got a homemade meal for every breakfast, lunch and dinner.

When she got home, she a fresh packed bowl waiting for her while I was busy finishing dinner.

She had time to come home and relax before she got hit with shit.

Lovemaking, well I’m a tantra master.

There were zero complaints.

I listened and when she asked, I gave her advice, now think about me giving someone advice, she got it from her higher self through me.

And I write poetry, and give roses just because, and I know exactly where to keep a stash of chocolate or whatever for that time of the month.

I get, I’m a catch.

I don’t want to be caught.

I simply want what I had with a different woman.

I’d love it if she wanted it too. Kind of a prerequisite.

As you should be able to tell I’m stoned as fuck. How else can God get me to write about myself. Knocks me the fuck out and well….