dawn

There is a public person,,,

And I have no idea how or why, but I woke up with this feeling of,,

“That person likes to solicit prostitutes”

I have no idea how I knew it, but when the thought entered, everything seemed to make sense.

“This person,,is not what they appear to be”

I believe the only way they can achieve sexual excitement , is if they’re paying for it.

Transactional.

Impersonal.

Nothing but the dirty dirty act, done by two dirty monkeys, agreeing that they’re filthy before even meeting eye to eye..

“Hmmm”

Intuition is weird like that.

It’s like your brain is trying to unlock something, every waking hour of every waking day,,,

(If the key fits?)

If you find the key, then the whole thing unlocks, and you get to fuck around with that sacred “understanding”

Understanding…

I understand Oprah is likely indifferent to cats. I understand, that if your audience has cat people in it, a wise move is to drop a cat reference…

We’re back to fucking around with the groupthink….

Tricks.

Everything we see and everything we hear.

(Shown)

Yea,,you’re right,, everything we’re shown…

All tricks,

All of it…

Now ,, about this person and their taste for whores??

(Sex workers)

Sorry,,ladies of the night…..

I got my dirt too, I’m no angel, I love self destruction and drug binge,,

So I can’t say shit.

I hope you’re happy when you can be,

And if paying for it makes the act detached? If it allows you to get into it because it’s transactional??

I won’t judge.

I’m not better than that.

But again,,,I’m more into self destruction…

Sorry about my intuition.

That cocksucker is always right..

(Usually…)

Usually,, not always.