Or whatever level you can do that at .
I’m a believer in speaking to people on their own level, whatever that might mean.
Usually means a lot of metaphors and analogies.
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This website I type on, it utilizes something called” writing prompts”
And what that is, is a vanilla ass statement meant to get your engine started.
Catalyst.
Something to get you going with thought.
I reject the concept on principal.
ANd I call you a bitch made ass motherfucker for using one.
Writing prompts,,,pssshh,
Like these clowns ain’t even got no eyeballs, like they got no ears.
I’d give up touch for taste, then I could just walk around licking everything.
Oral fixation.
Floral creation.
Bees and birds and fields of turds,
Lookin right at ya…
Bleh….
I have to go meet a factory rep for Hilti today, and the way they hire factory reps in the construction field???
She’s hot.
SHe’s unnecessarily hot.
It’s just how it goes.
Because construction guys are dumb and only think with their dicks, so if you send in a beautiful woman?
Easy PZ.
Shooting fish in a barrel.
But not me.
I shall take her hotness and reject her for it.
“Look here cupcake, what’s the price?”
Yes, you are a perfect being.
Yes , landing eyeballs on you makes my heart get twitterpated,,,
But this is business.
Give me your numbers, let’s skip the chit chat.
Or we can sit here and make small talk.
While the Earth is revolving around the sun.
While the moon is following the Earth.
While the bugs dig into holes and come out at night to sing.
You’re gorgeous, you’re a beautiful beautiful woman….
What now??
Can I go?
What’s your numbers, skip the manipulation, it doesn’t work on me.
Numbers.
Darling.
Ma’am
Miss.
Human with different sex organs than I have.
Numbers.
Fuck everything else
dawn 