Carry On My Wayward Son

By Trevor A. Keveloh

I've been doing a lot of "soul searching" and realizing who I am as a person, friend, ex, son, brother but most importantly, human. Something I've discovered that is strikingly intricate to making amends with people is a combination of purpose and outcome.
If you are making amends with someone, or even, something, and your purpose is to, in a sense "clean your karma/soul up," then I believe it will be helpful in your journey through life. If your intentions of cleaning up your shit are in anyway malicious or intent for pursuing something unethical, beware that some shit might come back at you and take a dump on your chest-life. I have personally made amends with a number of people in the past 6 months that meant a lot to me over my X amount of years on this beautiful planet known as Earth. Almost all of those people have reciprocated positively and I truly feel that I am cleaning up most of my unwanted bad juju from my past. Granted there is plenty more some of you readers may be thinking about, but the fact of the matter is this. No one, no one at all lead me to this epiphany/revelation. This was something I figured out on my own, alone, while studying myself from my past, present and moving forward. I kind of just felt vibes and picked up on whatever it was telling me to go forward with an open heart and forgive what has been done, but especially, own up to what I have done.

And I did.

The outcome of making amends can stem from simply purging your shit, getting the corn off your chest or on the more serious side, trying to re-establish a relationship with that person or thing you once broke from. Some readers may be questioning some of my amends, your own, or not knowing what in the FAWK I am talking about. If you are picking up what I am dropping, continue to read this. If you haven't a clue, ask me or someone or just read this because you are this far and who quits this far, seriously, don't quit on me now ese! Anyways, If you are simply looking for some sort of closure from making amends, don't expect that person to give that to you. Sometimes the closure you seek, you've always had, you just needed to get some corn off your chest and communicate it to someone. Not everyone is strong enough, smart enough or ready for accepting that kind of communication from someone or something whom they've had some shit with. And at other times, more deep shit, maybe that amends you are making is the Gods of life telling you that person who are connecting too, need it as well. Maybe they aren't strong enough to call, text, email, myspace message you and express themselves. So the good lord or Allah or Buddha or L.Ron find their way of connecting you to them. You have a dream, vision, come to Jesus moment and you "reach out" (I hate that term but it's become more understandable because of the human element behind it) to that person. Some may think you are trying to get into their pants, some may think you are just bored, some may actually understand the way the world works with energy and shit. But either way, it's up to you to communicate your shit to them, give them the best understandings of your part and move onward, peacefully, with love in your heart. Because when that shit starts to happen, when you open up that wound that you carry around like a mini-martyr birthday cake and you let it go, you feel something special come over you. Something you can't quite describe, but something you feel and internalize. And it's for you, it's a gift from whatever you believe in, for you and only you. And it's wonderful...
Spread the love. Ask someone out for lunch. Reach out and touch someone. Give em a (mouth) hug.

Oscars So...

By Trevor A. Keveloh

Well... After a few weeks of talking about this with a very wide variety of people, I decided it was time to weigh in on this subject with the most appropriate way I personally can...A good ole blog.

#OscarsSoWhite is a cute and catchy #hashtag that got trending quickly and is still trending. With topics like these, I enjoy speaking with any and everyone I can just to get a better understanding of what people REALLY think based on the information given...And that my friends is where I am eventually going to try and make my mark on this. 

The three most "popular" people to initiate and vocalize their opinions of the Oscars this year are Spike Lee, Will Smith and Jada Smith. Spike Lee wrote and directed the film, "Chiraq." Will Smith was in the film, "Concussion." I will say this, I haven't seen either film so I cannot comment on their performances. I plan too soon. My opinion on this subject thus far is this. Ego (When I see these films, I COULD write another blog stating they got a snub.)

Both men are in separate films that they believe, in their heads and hearts, deserved an Oscar nod. They did not receive one. However good, bad, great or horrible these films are, I truly believe that the ego is what made them stand up and call for a bias within the academy.

So on the topic of the academy, I have to say that it's most likely like any conglomerate corporation where it's, "owned and run by a bunch of old white guys." The irony is, Hollywood is a place that is suppose to be very, open minded, liberal, steering away from old thoughts and steering into the direction of new thoughts, constantly, every day. It's a city of art, progression, and everything else pseudo-60's.

Apparently not if these guys and whoever else have jumped onto the bandwagon #OscarsSoWhite

My overall opinion has NOTHING to do with the Oscars, it has to do with the same exact fawkn recipe any and every issue begins with. The foundation. 

I am a working actor with my hands in on some writing and production projects at this time. Everyday I get sent dozens and up to hundreds of casting calls for actors and guess what, everyone, EVERYONE is looking for a particular "type" in virtually every casting call.

The initial issue begins with the vision of writers, directors, producers, casting directors and so on. How come more unattractive people aren't on the cover of magazines? How come all the A-List celebs have sex appeal, great teeth, hair, etc? How come if you are chubby and funny, you will NEVER be a leading man in a heart throbbing way? How come most casting calls looks for "Caucasian male, 6ft-6'2, 175lbs, nice body, nice teeth, VERY attractive?" 

It's because that's what we are programmed to like and look for, that's why. Every once in a while someone comes along and WOOES us with something other than looks or laugh, someone who breaks all barriers and is just outstanding at their craft. Someone who isn't a chubby funny guy or a hot chiseled guy.

But that's "every so often." I got into a great discussion with a friend who is Mexican and quite Liberal and I made the comment that people of other races outside of Caucasian need to "work harder," at making their films Oscar worthy. The quote was taken the wrong way (after a few Jameson's, A LOT of shit can be taken wrong) and what I meant was this. Caucasian people are the majority in most films because, well, its the majority of the race. If we keep focusing on race, we will never break out of that shell of thinking. When I told him other races needed to "work harder" as far as films go, I meant they actually HAVE to work harder, not "go work harder because the color of your skin." If you want to stand out from the rest, don't complain on social media about injustice, don't call for a race card. Go be active, go make a film that's fawkn KILLER and you see past the skin color,  make people forget you are Black, White, Mexican, Asian. Mid-Eastern, etc. Make a film that doesn't have the "token black guy that happens to me the police sergeant that yells all the time." Go against the grain. Stand out!

The Oscars are about film, which is my favorite art form. It should never ever ever be about color, ever. Maybe content, but never color. Art is art, it's beautiful, it's COLORFUL, it's hurtful and it's helpful. We all escape to some art form daily, weekly, monthly, etc. It should never be about color unless we are PHYSICALLY using that color to depict a feeling or trying to communicate something to the viewer. 

That's the only way color should be used in art...

Now jump over here to this...

My FAVORITE film of the year was, "Straight Outta Compton," mainly because that was the beginning of my era of music. That film was incredible in every capacity and I do think it got snubbed for a best picture nod because a film like, "Mad Max: Fury Road," got a nod. I have never been a big fan of action flicks unless they have a great storyline, which Mad Max did. However, SOC was just an incredible film and true depiction of the rise of the most innovative rap group in the history of music. Acting wise, those 4 guys were just outstanding. And that's where I felt it hurt itself. 4 great acting performances in a leading role. It was very difficult to chose the best out of those 4. But seeing all the Oscar nods for Mad Max, I can understand the frustration of some filmmakers. Then I jump over to Michael B. Jordan in "Creed." I loved the film, but before all this hoopla about the racism, I wasn't wooed out of my panties by Jordan's performance. The guy did an a great great job, but I just didn't buy quite a few of his scenes. Sly on the other hand, fawkn CRUSHED it, but it's not fair to compare those two. 

So what I'm trying to say here since I've gone on a few coffee induced tangents in this. The bottom end of Hollywood, the foundation, that is where things need to change, not the top with the ego-driven people who think their art is the best. If you want TRUE change, cast an unattractive man or woman in a leading role. Cast a black guy in a role a white guy was initially designed for. Take a chance on a new face going in for something. Instead of wanting a "Caucasian male, 25-30, 6ft-6'2, fit, VERY attractive," try casting some guy that can act that's... "30's, 5'9, 220, fangy teeth, attractive and blue eyes."

Hey Hollywood, you might be surprised if you open yourself up to new things!

The Story of Roosevelt Collins (unfinished)

By Trevor A. Keveloh

O, o, what a story this is my dear friends, ladies and gentlemen, people of all ages (kind of, not really, more so like mature without an age discrimination; fuck could be said) here we have a wonderful, fabulous, sexy and sweet story about none other than Roosevelt Collins. 

Who's Roosevelt Collins you ask?

Well, let me tell you where and how the story begins. 

Roosevelt Collins, or as we call him, Roose, is a tale, a story, an epic journey about the life of a man who was once seductive, classy a true gentleman and ladies man, who fell victim to the whores of life, the addictions of hate and greed, the awfulness of being a shitbag, but then who eventually saw the light and began to erase his inner demons and find the light again.

Roose was born into a nice family, a large family, with many siblings ranging older and younger. Roose was special because in his home, he was the only child with blue eyes. When he was born, his mother and father looked at him, deep into his eyes and knew he was special and not the special where he needs help putting his shoes on, but the special where he would change peoples lives forever.

We are going to start this tale when Roose was 17. He was in school and had a revelation about life, women, the world around him, work and even the most prolific way to eat and enjoy movie theater popcorn.  His epiphany was based on the morals he had for himself and the people around him. He fought for what he thought was right, was good, was positive and denounced anything that was hurtful, that was harmful, that negatively effected people. He took that knowledge, that change, that charisma and he used it in the best possible ways, especially with women.

He was known to woo them with love, affection, flowers, gifts, pure sincere honesty. Whether it was a lady of the night, a random bang during a vacation, a girl he laid with for a while or even a steady fuck or eventual girlfriend, he wooed them with everything and anything they wanted in their time together. Roose was always a gentleman in some way or another and this ultimately laid groundwork for what would eventually be a destruction of his life.

Roose spent the next several years as a nomad traveling from city to city, town to town and wooing women of all races, colors, creeds and hairstyles. When Roose was in the desert he came across a group of men who were more like savages than gentleman. The problem was they all looked more than just appealing to women, they acted appealing, they came off like true gentlemen, but they were all savagely whorebags who preyed on late night activities to seduce these women. Roose fell under their spell and his life changed. 

Roose spent the next several years as a savage and became destructive towards himself and others. His attitude had changed for the worse thinking that any and every time he would go out gallivanting thru the night, he wanted to lay with a hussy and leave before she woke. He no longer wooed women, he no longer kissed them deeply and passionately, he no longer left "it" in them to feel the explosion. The attitude that he became was one that left women wanting more, but not from him. He left a not to lasting impression in all of these women, a sexual adventure to say the least, but morally just shitty. 

Then one day he met a girl that would change it all.

Her name was Delilah and she was the most beautiful, elegant, intense woman he had ever laid eyes on. She and long thick flowing brown hair that would move like a prize pony anytime she walked. She had the most imperfectly perfect body he had ever seen, she dressed as if she was always going somewhere important and had the courage and confidence of a queen. He saw her and HAD to talk to her and did. He approached her with a walk, talk, step and halfy. 

She denied him because she knew he was kind of a fuckhead and he knew that.

Roose felt as if this was "the one," and he did everything in his power to try and convince her that he was no longer like that and wanted to change, be a better man, not so slimy and shit. So instead of working to try and win the heart of Delilah, he worked on himself. He began pushing tin, he began meditating, praying, speaking with the Gods, he began to be reborn, minus all the gooey placenta and shit. He began to learn about himself internally rather than externally and decided that he would leave for a "Hajj to purity." 

Roose took a boat to a giant island off the coast that was a highly populated place for people that were both spiritual and kind of fucked up. It was where lost souls went to lose themselves and then gain themselves. It was a place of absolutely no judgement at all and if you were ever caught judging, you would be banned from the "Isle of Truth," for good, shipped off to the mainland. 

Roose became one with them. He learned more about himself in that time that he had ever in his entire life. He shook the hands of godlike men, he kissed the foreheads of newborn babies, he learned to play the harmonica and would preform 5 nights a week for the locals. Roose started to become not the man he once was, but the man that he always wanted to be. The women of the Isle feel deeply in love with him, but Roose was unable to bring himself to inserting his TOOL into them, he couldn't, he was saving himself for Delilah and didn't want the comfort of the women to tarnish his focus and goals. Sometimes too much vagina can do that to a man.So he kept his baby batter, his heart, his mind and his spirit intact and continued to fix, recreate and rebuild himself.

After he felt the time was right, he took a boat back to the mainland and scoured the land for Delilah. After months and months of searching for her, he found her, in a home, with a husband and family. He looked through her window and saw how happy she was, running around chasing 4 shitty little brats and cooked for a husband who treated her well, not that great, but enough for her to forget about Roose, to a certain degree. Roose watched and a tear drop, one single teardrop rolled down his cheek, onto his hand, slithering like a worm during a storm, onto his shoe and to the ground. He looked at the teardrop and began to cry. He sobbed, he fell to his knees and asked the Gods, "why, why me, why her, why HIM?" 

Roose felt awakened after that. Something woke up a part of him that he had never known. He had a discovery that was larger than life, this was more than an epiphany, this was the most incredible life changing event he could ever imagine. Roose knew what he had to do. So he set out to cross the land alone to start over.

To Be Continued...

What is YOUR Spirit Animal?

I had recently wrote a detailed description of the meanings behind spirit animals and as promised, I am writing the 2nd edition to it.
When figuring out your spirit animal and how it represents you, there is a very methodical and scientific way that is virtually flawless. Most people are within a 10 animal category but on occasion, a few slip thru the cracks which I have recently discovered and this has opened up the floodgates considerably. As I continue my intercontinental research on the subject, I will give you the first edition of...
"What Is YOUR Spirit Animal?"

0...
Italian Stallion:
The Italian Stallion is a creature that was first seen in the 1970's and depicted in a number of ways. You may not be very intelligent, you may actually be pretty dumb, but you have a really great heart and may be on the short side. You have a problem speaking outside of the standard skills of someone from a third world country but you have brute physical force. The best careers for you have little or nothing to do with communicating to humans and would be best fit as an expendable, dancer or washroom attendant back up.

1...
Mother Fucker:
The Mother Fucker is a very very VERY special creature in the sense that it doesn't always just fuck mothers, but it's been known to actually mother fuck a situation, person, tree, animal, event or in the strangest of cases, it actually can mother fuck a mother fucker. Mother fuckers are destined for greatness, but don't always go about it in the traditional style, sometimes they mother fuck their way in and out of unfortunate situations and sometimes they mother fuck their way into your life. Mother fuckers have the best careers in recruiting, sales, ushers at movie theaters, bartenders, bar managers, but most obvious, entertainers.

2...
Armenian Snow Leopard:
The beautiful and delicate animal is something that you may never encounter ever, ever, ever in your frivolous life. This nomadic being is one that depicts the uncertainty of your everyday life. You aren't always sure if you really wanna "do it," so sometimes you just do it and deal with the consequences later. Armenian snow leopards are often seen as not much of a threat to the average person, but can have a wicked temper and short fuse if pushed into a corner or bent over an afterhours bathroom sink. They are generally GOOD people but sometimes can be a bit on the hoey side. The careers that best fit them would be something in the line of mechanics, dealers, Starbucks regulars, bros, or floral decor person.

3...
Pooja:
The Pooja, ooooo the Pooja, it's kind of like a Koala bear yet nothing like it at all, in the sense that it thinks it knows everything yet knows nothing. The pooja is someone who is usually found scouring the Internet for WEBMD facts in order to strengthen their case on a debate about something they know little or nothing about. They use Google as their main weapon of attack and also use "life experiences" as a way to explain something they know nothing about. Poojas can be very sincere, honest and nice but have a deadly knife ready to attack at anytime, they are like those savages from that Daniel Day Lewis flick where is is yelling "I will find you," in the rain n shit. Poojas best careers paths are ones where they have to do as little work as possible and can talk a lot and do a little.

4...
Detective Chewy:
These are the animals that most people would say are, "just fawkn weird." You can always point one out in a crowd because they will most likely be wearing one of those big stupid hats that don't look cool on anyone, male or female or tranny. They are a bit on the creative bright side, but a bit on the dumb side when it comes to being socially stable. You can find them in shitty bookstores, walking around chewing on hay, or if you think you are one, you probably don't think you are one, but numbers don't lie and if you are a 4, you are a Detective Chewy. These people are best in the careers of not fashion, bridge club members, cigar rollers and
Birkenstock sales and manufactures.

5...
Kitten:
I love kittens, I love all of them, if you are a kitten, I will love you and love you forever. Kittens are magical lil fawkers who are usually under the height of 5'5 and have dark hair and tattoos of kittens or motorcycles or even tattoos of tattoos. Kittens like to be held, fed milk and played with a lot, but when they are done with you, they are done with you and I mean that in both the figurative and literal sense. Kittens are often found playing a lot listening to Bobby Rayburn while they sip Drambuie from a authentic 1950's snifter. Their best career paths are typically in anything relating to Frank, helping kids, feeding animals or pretending to be someone they are not, sometimes even being someone they are not for an extended amount of time.

6...
Chon Chon:
If your spirit animal is the delicious chon chon, I must meat you. Chon chons are usually of Mexican descent and are usually fun and neat people. You have a tendency to be very chon chony and have a strong way of yelling, "toot toot," or, "bomba," or even, "keeechen clozd ese." If you are one, you may also be a fan of Barbara Streisand or Winnie The Pooh. You have a strong liking for the arts of paper making as well, or even an interest in machetes n shit. Your best career paths are pilots, engineers, flight simulator creators, java developers and on special occasions, cement mixers.

7...
Gumby:
If you are a Gumby, you are most likely a decent person. You may lack some basic skills of choosing the right things to do at the right moments, but you'll always have a sidekick pony around to deter you from going to far into a bad choice. You are delicate, nurturing, strong, weak, hopeless, hopeful, peaceful and war minded. You may not always been green, but you may sometimes be green. You may even be an off green, but that's because you got left out in the sun too long. If you end up being a 7, just look at the bright side, at least you are still alive, even if you are dead inside. Your best career choices are, I really don't know, you guys are really hard to read and sometimes I think you are reptilian people like Obama.

8...
Summer:
If you are an 8, you are probably pretty hot as a person. You take life serious but at the same time you take life not so serious, like you know how to have fun n shit. You are a good worker and deserve hugs but sometimes you get tired and need to sleep. Sexy eyes and a smile go along with your typical physical trait and that stems from whats going on upstairs. You like to read blogs or maybe you don't. I haven't really figured it out because I actually have no clue what I'm talking about but that doesn't matter because what I am saying is factual. Summer breeze, makes me feel fine. The best career choices for you are a cook not a chef, a woodsman, builder of some sort, brain surgeon or princess.

9...
Subotai:
The ole Subotai, not to be confused with subway or sub o rotten or Jared. This lil fawker is a good one. Sneaky you are, fast you are, committed you are, loyal you are. You may carry a bow and arrow set and wear pelt skins instead of clothes. You enjoy hiking, checkers, craps and pisses. You are enthusiastic about jumping off buildings but you may be scared of a lil wind, even the ones you break. You are good natured and have a strong soul but sometimes you get out of hand with your liquor and that could be because you are a drunk and cant handle your shit. The best career choices for you are a governor, dictator, potato farmer, polisher, mean streets quoter or belly ring installer.

10...
Bonus:
If you are a 10, well shit, you are a fawkn dime and a bonus at the same time, you like Jonas and Busta Rhymes, coming out like the LA Times. Fast and hard, with no lard, skinny and sexy driving a lexy. Gimmie dat ass, or eat my grass, live and let live, or live and let die, either way, we are gonna get high, on someone else's supply and do a drive by, shooting bullets of hotness into houses of loneliness, like two dope boys in a Cadillac, matter of fact, get yourself a dime this time and quit committing the ultimate crime, of killing time.

That's about it. I'm kind of hungry and want to save energy for my third edition of this. If you are having a hard time trying to figure out which number you are, just read them all again, whichever one you like the most, that's probably you and if your number doesn't match to it, that's ok because you can always work towards what you want in life, even if it's not your designated number, but what you truly feel is..
YOUR Spirit Animal...

Spirit Animal Meanings

Spirit Animal Meanings

By Trevor A. Keveloh

There are many different meanings when seeing an animal randomly, in a dream or an animal that isn’t typically in the area in which you saw it. Sometimes that animal just wants to go play, eat or fawk. Maybe that animal had a job interview or maybe that animal got all fawked up and ended up in the wrong hood after a long night of boozing and smoking. Here is some insight on the meanings behind seeing certain animals and what they represent…

Walrus:

If you see a walrus in the ocean, it’s probably because it lives there. If you see it in the zoo, it’s probably now a prisoner to humans because it lost a bet or maybe it’s just a bad walrus. If you see one in your dream, I really don’t know, I mean who dreams of a walrus often? If you see one on land or like in a strange place, you are probably smoking some really wicked shit that could be laced with something like paint thinner.

Grizzly Bear:

If you see a grizzly bear it’s probably because you are at the zoo or in an area where you typically see them. If you see one in a place it shouldn’t be, like your house or the park or somewhere like that, it’s probably a sign you should get the fawk out of there and call a park ranger.

Black Bear:

Why’s it gotta be a BLACK bear? Why can’t it just be a BEAR?!?! Fawkn racists!           

Deer:

If you are seeing a lot of deer it’s because deer are around a lot. If you dream about a dear its maybe cuz you were thinking or talking about them recently and your brain is resting and shit.

Dolphin:

If you see a dolphin in your dream it’s because dolphins are cool and they communicate with humans in the dream world. If you see one at the park or hiking, it’s probably lost and needs help getting home. Be a good neighbor and help out a dolphin, “help a dolphin out,” n shit.

Anaconda:

If you see an anaconda out and about, hopefully you are in South America or some shit because they really don’t just go out and about. The anaconda represents a giant ass snake and also represents every girl with a big ass. If you dream about and anaconda it could be because it don’t want none unless you got buns hun.

Flying Chilean Monkey:

If you see one of these, I gotta know. Hit me up!

Turtle:

If you see a turtle out in nature, it’s probably because they live all over and shit. If you dream about one the reason is because turtles are pretty cool. I mean they don’t represent anything hugely amazing, they are slow and cute and harmless, they are basically like pet rocks that can swim that you have to feed and occasionally change their litter box.

Cagle:

If you are reading this, email me back you shithead.

Dutch Lion:

These are a very interesting breed of lions mainly because they don’t actually exist. If you see one on the sidewalk or something, Id get a gun and shoot it or get a box, 2 by 4 and a slab of meat and try to catch it. If you dream about one, it means a fortune is coming your way and you should go play some scratch offs.

Jive Turkey:

If you see a Jive Turkey in the wild, watch out for it, it could be trying to hustle you. If you dream of one, it’s because you are watching a lot of Blaxplotation movies. IF you see one just chilling or walking around, don’t bum it a smoke.

Armenian Race Car Driver:

If you see one, it’s probably your uber/lyft driver. If you dream of one, well that’s weird but my guess is because you have been using those services a lot and your brain has nothing else to do other than dream about your driver.

Cat:

If you see a cat or cats it’s prolly cuz cats are common. If a black one crosses your path it’s because it’s a cat and had somewhere to go, BUT they could also mean bad luck. I’m really not sure on this one. If you dream of a cat or “cats” it’s prolly cuz they are cool, or “cool as a cat,” and you should wake up and kiss your kitty.

Pigeon:

If you see a pigeon, GET THE FAWK OUTTA THERE. If you dream of a pigeon, it’s because you were watching a bio on Tyson and he had pet pigeons. If you meet one and it’s nice, well I dunno, stir up a convo and find out whets up.

Chia Pet:

If you see one in the wild, take a picture and make sure to put it on instagram. If you see one in your dream, it’s a sign that you are asleep and dreaming. If you see one cross a busy street, keep and eye on it so it doesn’t get hit by a car.

Bunny:

If you see a bunny in the wild, leave it alone. If you dream about a bunny or “bunnies,” hopefully it’s the Playboy bunnies are you are smashing them.

That’s all I got for now. Part 2 and/or the extended version will be up in a few days.

How To Properly Eat Pussy

FILTH’s Survival Guide

Edition #24

How To Properly Eat Pussy

By Trevor A. Keveloh

Well my friends, lately I’ve been writing some things that aren’t in the realm of FILTH, so here is something to bring you back to the good ole days…

The proper technique of eating pussy can vary from state to state, country to country and so on. Some people enjoy the good ole fashioned, shove your tongue in there and let that bad boy do the work. Some people prefer the teeth, tongue combo which can be a tricky bitch. And some people go all in, Texas Hold Em Style and get their fingers, knuckles, palms, and elbows in that bitch.

Personally I’m a fan of the whole Trivago. That’s the name I’m giving it, “The Whole Trivago.” It’s basically a hybrid of the last one and some of my own personal style I’ve gained since that sweet poon I devoured in high school.

First and foremost, eating the poon isn’t about you, it’s about HER. You need to find out what makes her tick, and I’m talking not just getting her lady-finger hard, but upstairs. Women are delicate creates which is why they often stray away from dick. Some men can’t really get in tune with the poonanny, they just wanna hit it and quit it without really getting to know the terrain. Ya gotta step up and really do the due diligence of really getting to know the entire vajayjay. Not just getting hard off of vodka-monsters and cramming your dick in her, shooting a sad load then ubering home. If you really wana make an impact on that lil vixen, here the basics on “The Whole Trivago.”

First things first, make sure her mind/brain is with it. There aint nuttin worse than chic who jus aint lookin to get some head, so be a good neighbor and check on her mental status. Secondly, make sure she’s comfy, ya know clothes, music, candles n shit. Third, throw her a bone, no not your dick, maybe pop in a DVD/Netflix of a Channing Tatum flick, maybe ole Brad Pitt or Cooper, or if she’s fun and kinky, get some of that Orange New Black chic Amber Rose or whatever tha fawk her name is. Ok, enough of the number thing, I’m just going to blabber on and hopefully you can keep up with me. So she’s feeling good, music is dope, nice scent going, got some good visuals in front of her. So you scoot your ass downtown and slowly take off those adorable panties she’s sporting. Maybe they are baby blue, maybe a lil pink ya know, like Vic Secrets, hell maybe even a nice sexy bright red, yea, summin like that. So remove those bastards all slow and sexy. Use your tongue, teeth, tease them a lil ya know, have fun with them, but not too much fun. We don’t want to keep the kitty waiting too long, kitty’s can get turned off too quick. Ok, so you got those lil fawkerz off, next thing you do is you tease that lil pooner. Blow at it, kiss it, give her a lick or two, hell maybe even THREE licks, just to get that snacthareno nice and excited. So what you do is take your index finger and slowly put it on the hood of her vag and then take your thumb and slowly drag it down the gina then twist it so it’s parallel with her vag and your hand will now look like you are kind of representing the Crypts. Now most people will go in there and just chow down like a Vegas buffet, which is a no no. You want to go in there like you are a pro and diving into that opening of delight like a fawkn Neanderthal aint gonna cut it. So what you do instead is you get your nose in there and you rub it around a lil, get your senses involved, make cute lil faces at that vag, smile at it, you can even give it a lil pep talk like, “hey you. I just wanna let you know I’m kummin in. I’ll leave my dickhead friend downstairs, but I think were gonna have a really good time tonight. Here goes sweetie poo.” Then you get that nose in there, rub it around like I said, then tease her a lil. And people, make sure you are listening to both her body and noises because if neither are communicating anything to you, you are prolly fawkn this up and that sucks. So back to the nose, now we get Mr. T out. He is our key to this whole ordeal, obviously. Now let him go in slow and strong, never fast and hard, that’s for Big Daddy Byron who isn’t invited to this party. Give that precious piece of flesh a few flicks from Mr.T, nothing too porn like, just some fun flicks to let her know he likes to play a lil too. Once you get those few lickflicks in there, its time to switch it up. Now most amateurs use the alphabet routine, which most girls know about and is simple. I often use something like it but way different. I like to use the “Have You Ever Been To Heaven” routine. It’s pretty much talking to that poon using a lot of words that have distinctive tongue usage. It’s a combo of knowing solid words to get that lil fleshy nice and wet and improving on the spot. Do some homework, get some words in your arsenal, then go to town. What I like to do is memorize an entire monologue I wrote using a lot of tonguey words. Once you get that all set and ready, time to throw it down. So you have your thumb on the bottom, index finger on her hood and you are doing your tonguey monologue. If that isn’t getting her nice and drippy, you are either doing it wrong or you are giving an old pumpkin head because this entire process, “The Whole Trivago” is LITerally 100% effective, its even been known to make dead women wet! So we got that going and some of you are like, “wait wait, what about clitty town?” Ooooo ladies, don’t you worry, Id never forget about the most celebrated guest to the party. Once your eater is on a roll, this person MUST make sure you are oozing and ready to shit yourself. So with that in mind, slowly take out your tongue and throw your nose back in there like Cinderella slipping her foot in the shoe. Or was it Dorothy? Whoever tha fawk it was, do that shit and get the nose back in there. Once the special no no place is oozing with yumyums of liquid goodness, bring the nose to the hood and pull him out and right as you do that, whip Mr.T out and let him go to work upstairs, have him knock on Ms.Clittys door and I’m sure she’ll let him in, that’s only if you followed these rules and did some of your own homework! So Ms.Clitty lets Mr.T in and well, remember, she’s the most precious pearl in all the sea, so be gentle with her, but never TOO gentle, you want her to know you are there to have fun AND do a job. So once you are in, give her a lil kiss, just a lil one, a cute one, nothing too weird or heavy, more than a peck, less than a mouth rape. Then we begin to serenade Ms.Clitty with our homework again. Get Mr.T ready for the finals and get allllll those words, that monologue, everything because this is 4^th and goal on the 1yard line and they have a stacked D. Make sure to keep your index finger and thumb in place, but always make sure to have them moving, rotate them a bit, kind of like just keeping them warm ya know, they are assistants, they are like bussers or barbacks, here to help the bartenders and servers. Funny thing is, when all this is going on, we have a few more players waiting on the sidelines, so lets get them involved. When you are entertaining Ms.Clitty with Mr.T get some of your bench squad a lil action. Sub in and out if you need too, ya know if your index and thumb are showing fatigue, get the others in there. It’ll definitely make things easier and better! So now that we have the entire team involved, everyone is happy, Ms.Clitty and Mr.T are getting along, this should be more than enough to make your counterpart unload a bit. Some like to REALLY unload like a fire hose, busted septic tank or a dormant geyser. Unfortunately you are going to run into a few out there that unload like someone taking the groceries out of their trunk and into their house, but don’t worry about them, they are usually the ones that wouldn’t even go for some pleasure like this.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the key to this is getting in her head. Make sure there’s room for you and your squad up there and of course, down there. If she’s not with it, it COULD be a bad game to get in too. OR, you could go for gold and maybe turn her day around with the proper technique, “The Whole Trivago.”

The Dance of Smoke

The Dance of Smoke

By Trevor A. Keveloh

In this ever-changing thing we call life, your perception will constantly change, grow, die and rebirth as you experience more and new things. The problem with a good percentage of people is they don’t truly understand the real meaning behind growth. 

Growing doesn’t mean growing up, it means, growing. Evolving. Learning from your mistakes and either continuing to succumb to them or learning how to look them in the eye and say loudly, “NOT TODAY, NOOOOOOT TODAY!” So much is taken for granted in all the faucets of life. Money, food, clothing, housing but most importantly, happiness. I’m not going to get into a soapbox war about what is true happiness because I can tell you, I’ve been incredibly happy in two different aspects in my life, so let’s just let happiness be whatever it wants to be. Let’s leave happiness alone and just be it when we want, or are, or whatever tha fawk. 

The point I’m going to eventually (hopefully) get across in this twisted sense of Treality is how our perception changes as we grow. 

People have milestones in their lives; they accomplish goals, both large and small, easy and hawd. After you accomplish that, some are just happy they did it, move on and that’s that, doneskis. Some people create a new goal and go after that and continue to just chase goals, which is a good thing. But then there are some people who really REALLY look into the goals they have accomplished, really break it down both mentally and physically, and then embrace how and what they have beaten. To really embrace your “enemy” so to speak and learn and breakdown and then move forward to the next, now that is def seeing things differently. Your perception changes. Your life changes.

And that’s what creates wars, two parties not seeing eye to eye on a subject/issue but I’m not about to get into that shit. Yea, fawk all that noise for another long one I’m not about to dabble in. But. Wars, wars, ahhhhh wars…. They can be both large and small, both silly and serious, but a war is a war. I’m not justtalking guns and tanks and jet packs and shit, I’m talking small wars. Like my crew vs your crew or my hood vs your hood or NNHS vs NCHS. Diamond Deuces vs TVOs type shit. Or simply two people disagreeing about a subject and one doesn’t know how to stay civil so they end up saying or doing something stupid. Those types of war are just as harmful as fawk. It’s often the aggressor of that war that will say and do some pretty petty and evil shit. But that’s because that person’sreality or perception hasn’t changed or evolved, they are still thinking in an older way and haven’t been able to grasp the evolution of their counterpart. It happens. It happens all the time. I see it in work scenarios, friendships, dating and so on. If we as a whole just started accepting people for who they are and spend less time expecting people to be a certain way, I really think we as a society would be a bit more civil and a lot less violent. However, it’s not like that. Many people out there are holding on to old feelings, or old ways, old perceptions, old grudges (Wear the grudge like a crown.  Desperate to control. Unable to forgive. And sinking deeper. #ToolTangent.) that have not yet evolved into the now. Hopefully they catch up, because if you get stuck in your old ways and your old perceptions too long, you miss out on some really cool shit happening in this world around you.

As I’ve grown as a person this past year, I have really understood a lot about certain aspects of my life and life in general. It’s really amazing and fascinating at the same time on what can be done and accomplished if you let things happen, with a focused goal in mind. A strange delicate balance of perseverance and allowing things to happen, and in the middle is where true magic is made. Taking a script, a story and allowing the people to Improv and embracing that human interaction, bringing those emotions to surface and just going tha FAWK after it. Once you open up, once you become one with all and just shut tha fawk up, you’ll get what I’m saying, you’ll see the dance of the smoke.