first person

I'm trying my best to experiment and write all kinds of things.

I tend to write in first person which is so primitive.

But it allows me to free versions of myself.

You can't really hurt me. 

You don't really know.

I wonder where all the people have gone.

No flowers or accolades.

No book signing or autographs.

No people left to tell me where I belong.

You don't really know me.

You haven't learned.

I'm the first person.

The first human being.

I took a bite of the apple.

And I want more. 

This is the garden of Eden.

And here comes Eve.

I give her bite.

And she wants more.

I've never said this before.

I couldn't dare with Eve.

So, I fucked a branch from a tree.

I'm the first person.

And I'm so intriguing.

I can't get no satisfaction.

My body is always leaning towards the left.

While my member is facing the right.

It feel alright.

It feels so tight.

Just the stick that I made love to all night.

Sometimes I feel like the first person on earth. What is it like for Eve? What's it like for her? I actually care or is this perverse.

Yes, I do.

Sometimes I feel alone in the universe.

But I got my stick.

The rest is up to me.

I know what to do. 

I'll dip the stick in ink from a squid and I'll write my memoirs