What are we, if we are anything?

Queens Blvd...our blvd of death. It is here that any foreigner can peek into the mentality of an American. Between the men in their cars speeding up to the red light, desperately trying to catch it or perhaps the pair of women racing across the four lanes of fury, baby loaded strollers and all; like the innocent rape victims they claim to be. For an outsider looking in, it would be hard for them to ignore our great Nation of Animals, Bastards...Americans.

Truly, we have become a drunken beast with no sense of direction. All societies have their exceptions, but where is ours? A generation, which is now behind us of morals and dignity, leaves us where? The thrill of the shopping cart and the raised cock to the next iphone app has taken over this lot of men and women. What are we if not for what we seem to be?

- Observation crossing Queens Blvd

Filipino and the Whore - A Tale of Love and Sodomy

We sat there eating at some horrific excuse for an Italian restaurant-when it happen-she walked right by us. 5 foot 11 and heels, heels that elevated her long submissive legs. Her scent traveled by me as she escorted her date. It lingered that sweet, sweet smell of 45 minutes worth of moans and groans. Lingered of sex, sex i wanted to have with her. The blonde hair was inviting, but it was her lips that did me in. Masturbation or 1500 dollars for the rest of the night...the choice was mine. I am, after all, a Jew... Masturbation had won the prize.

-Somewhere on Ocean Ave, in the depths of South Beach, Miami

4.23.2010