The writer is 26 years far into earth’s reality...
Facebook does not have a ‘living’ parental advisory
arrangement… and that happens to be the best means the writer uses to create
awareness of new posts. The writer truly does not like the idea of private
placement, so the posts are in the open. The writer needs to let everybody know
it’s out. He’s got selected people he shares his blogs with to use them as a
platform to alert a wider range of people on the publishing of a fresh blog.
The writer does not have money for bulk sms, well even if he did, not all
doctors would give health-tips for free. You have to meet him half way. Twitter
users are unserious; there is unreasonable page view traffic via twitter.
(Some of my peeps de try sha) however, Facebook gives the writer the best
platform. as He makes use of groups to create knowledge of a new stuff,
Madonna university group, brace group, one Ibusa
group, contemporary legal issues group and plenty other groups; the
writer also shares the info of new issues on walls or timelines
of serious friends on facebook. The writer also sends
mails to serious writers to read and recommend.
Certain times, certain writers really feel a need to relate
certain matters that traditional African/Nigerian society would consider immoral simply because
of content or merely ‘understanding or perception’ truth is there is this
female the writer has serz cravings for. As regards the
age affixed above, the writer has reached marriageable status, just awaiting
cash to set-in. Well if it’s wrong to be sincere, I await Jete…
Visual is blurry, because e don tey small wey I see her;
it was in a friends party in Efab, in life-camp. She had a
purple dress on; she came with a couple of friends, all hi-tech, fresh gadgets cast,
BB and tins all looking young and promising. This particular female
redefined the writer’s scope of feminine reasoning, as the writer found a
reason to corroborate her purple appearance with one female’s own he saw wey-back.
The dress was short; slightly above her knees exposing her light-skin thighs
which seemed like it was worn for the writer’s viewing pleasure alone. The body
glittered; it signaled involvement of expensive cream, or probably just nature.
Normal face though, but, there was serious composure in her persona. She didn’t
talk too much, just kept cool with her girls; she jus comport. That
girl is the writer’s spec, height arrange, hair-do intact, her accent
is in conformity with the writers specified standards. Her lips, those lips… created
internal joy and uncontrolled excitement which delighted the writer; just one
kiss will do. (First) then having her in the writer’s abode and reserving
exclusive rights to all the afore-mentioned parts of that her rather skinny appealing
body. The truth is ice-block entered the writer’s mouth; the writer
couldn’t talk, cos liver fail and even Benson&Hedges couldn’t assist.
The reality is that the writer does not even know her Name,
of where she lives, or what she does. The writer is just lost in his thought.
Apparently this is reality, the person you admire does not send you, the one you
detest is all over… this is the primary reason why real-life na actor and humanBin
b boze or vice-versa.
The writer still wishes in his big heart that you
are His, and pray an end to this UNFULFILLED life he is living.
Purple Dress please where are you?
As regards parental advisory: the writer no-send,
ME FIRST
Thank
you
@pokesville
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