Strawberries ist krieg!

For those who know me, well you guys really don't.
ok that was cliche!
My name is Kvnt or Marc or Oi or Eh or Bro or Bruv or whatever nonsensical names you call me.

I made this for one sole purpose only; to let you read my shorts and my reviews and just pen down some bullshit poetry and of course to waste my time.

This is a one of my recent shorts, titled: Doughnuts.

Doughnuts.
Your mind is foggy today; you can almost know what it will be like for the rest of the day:

Your crappy job, your commute back to your shithole apartment, your stale microwave dinner, your useless boring wife and your lazy Yorkshire terrier, Fluffy.

You know this because it happens every day.
It happens so much; it’s like turning back the hands of time whenever you fall asleep. You know this because every day is another longest day, every day is a Monday, every day is the same vision, every day, it’s the same fucking story, and this is a severed state of continuous déjà vu.

You can almost smell doughnuts, no, you do smell doughnuts, and maybe today isn’t so much the same after all.

So here you are in your constant façade thinking about doughnuts.

You glance up to the bunch of guys who were eating and decided to yourself, you won’t eat with them; they’re all what you would call them, infidels.

Simon Duff, secretly masturbates in his work cubicle leaving his cum in his under pants for him to go back home to sniff the dry semen off it.

Daniel Holmes, your manager, mister big boss on this level, suffered from urinary tract infection for trying to stuff his penis into his asshole every time he shat.

And of course we have Tobias Gilmore who stored his semen in a jar and refrigerated it then his wife thought it was condensed milk then suffered from a really bad stomach ache; his son suffered the same fate too, only he thought it was mayonnaise.

You’re an infidel too, only far worse than anyone here; just to ‘spice’ up your ever boring days, you rush to the toilet to masturbate while stuffing a metal rod down your shaft, just to get that ‘requiem’ of an orgasm.
Face it, chump, you’re just as sick as anyone of these bastards.

A new pain a day keeps insanity away.

Maybe you should try sticking your dick into a doughnut covered with a diaphragm, see how that feels like- warm creamy goodness. Oh wait, You already did that when you were a teen.

MarcAshleyAlexanderWahid.