I woke up this morning and I started remembering that I had a dream last night and my ex was in it she did not say any thing or do much she was just there. So I got up grab a cup of coffee and wondered how the brain can fuck with you like that, dreams how strange thy are- so I googeled her ass now this was out of pure curiosity I mean I had not seen nor talked to this woman In what five years and there it was on the screen of my PC her name written In blue thanks a lot Facebook why the fuck did you have to be free so I clicked the link to the facebook page it was not her no it was some student at UCT and honestly she was not cute at all but hay who am I to judge.
I had a dream once wanted to move to Cuba for a year, but then lives a bitch and she ain't fucking for free that's what Xzibit rap's but then why do I feel like the bitch lately and life is fucking me for free and I mean without any Vaseline or KY jelly. So I stopped dreaming before people starts repeating that old saying "look at him he's just a dreamer he will amount to nothing "that's why I get up daily to report for my shift at Satans whore house (my cute name for my workplace). But here's the thing all of us has dreams I mean even if thy do sound impossible to accomplish in the back of your mind there are something that you truly want to do or want to have and some of our dreams are so far fetch that is seems to a big a challenge to achieve , I will not go all motivational speaker on you guys and tell you to reach for your dreams- hold on to them -you are dead if your not dreaming... no fuck that I tent life in reality and the Lord knows I think I'f given up on mine that means I can not motivate any mortal on this damn rock. As I was still busy writing this shit the Muse called just to say hi, now there's a dream that can come true me getting married to her, and for my ex I hope she is living here dreams and hopefully she stays the fuck out of mine
