The 31 days no-PMO-challenge

Day 8: Returning to routine. I haven't felt any urges yet but I'm still careful, cause' my previous streak was destroyed by me the oblivious. Playing it cool.

 

My day eight finally comes to an end
Now I can sit down, cause' I had to stand
Against all the women Sex Appeal Forces
I stopped the SAF with my information sources.
I'm a single Pringle but not ready to mingle
If a wild woman appears, I scream: "Bazinga!".
A compliment? How am I suppose to react?
Feel confident? Give her a rose? I'm fucked.
She used FAP. That means Female Appeal Power.
That was very effective. I need to take a shower.
She sapped me dry. I mean she sapped my brains.
Gave me a try. Andrenaline in veins.
And she looks awesome, sweety-pretty, handy-sweaty.
Come, come, my lady, I will be you tatty teddy.
And everything is fine except my vision is blurry
She turns into a monster, starts showing her fury
Suddenly I fell down, shouting and crying
And my dream left me in the bed I'm lying
That was impressive. And so scary though.
Alright, challenge's on, I have to go.

 

I'll proceed. You'll keep me strong, man.

 

Day 9: I have an erection and it's so damn hard. I can't think, I can only imagine, and them pictures are so bad. I wish I won't rape myself or anyone else.

 

I have to tell you that you're awesome guy. And I feel ashamed that I'm not caring for you as you do.

 

I'm not sure how to describe this feeling
This site has a space I'm about to fill in
I've said in a full voice: "I could stop this rot
That consumed me a lot, rot must be stopped".
Vows are spoken to be broken,
Allnightlong is my Personal Jesus -
With my pray he has been woken
And I hope he will stand with us.
I'm a stranger that have stuck in maze
There are walls I always cannot smash
Time to hit my fears, time to find my ways
Time to turn my mode off the Depeche.
I play with the passion, I love the game
I know that results won't be the same
Gambling with dice, don't make a crap
Even with rhymes that sound like rap
Stop the disease, find Cure for the Itch
Can't promise an ease, cause' life is a bitch.
I have only myself to rely on,
It's day nine, I'm fine, and that's my song.

 

Sing but not for the record, heh)) Thanks.

 

Day 10: As recoome adviced me, I've bought a plant flower. Now I feel myself dumb, 'cause I know nothing about plants.

 

Hey, drop the beat! Let's Make Some Noise!
I've bought a violets, called 'em Beastie Boys.
And it's capricious plant. Man, I'm screwed up.
Hope it won't stunt. But let's talk about fap.
It's very hard to relax. Different day - different story.
I wish there would be drugs... Sorry, I'm not Hugh Laurie.
Do you know the science? There's a simple fact:
Most women are sexy. And they can attract.
You know I'm just a human, not a Superman.
Even if I was, how could I withstand
Such power, it strikes like kryptonite
Eyes burn, but lasers can't ignite
No flying, no one can save my jet
From the catastrophe, pants almost wet.
Did you stroke your cock? Now we'll see how fast is
Your mind at night. It's your "Dawn of Justice"!
Waking up unwounded. I'm playing cool.
It's day ten, gentlemen. As you see I drool.

 

Day 11: Beastie Boys (violet flowers) are growing and my streak is growing too. A little better feeling in sexual aspect. Well, that's it I guess.

 

Greetings to the people of the community!
Don't worry, man, I feel like you need tea
To calm yourself down and listen those flows
That can be too simple, don't turn up your nose.
Maybe it's too early to talk like that
Cause' of consequences I have not yet met
But I feel like it's definitely going better
Eleventh day and still my wear's not wet or
Even tighten up by a random boner
No depression. I am not alone here.
Didn't get so far, not even half of the streak
I walked on the edge so much and that was sick.
Somehow I became swaggy, almost got a tattoo
My head became shaggy, I've almost seen Scooby Doo
It doesn't matter even I'm not In the End
It's day eleven, folks, it's the way I stand.

 

Day 12: Even though I scared myself all day long with movies and stuff, I still can't look at the women normally. Like what the actual fuck? But the rest week is over, my trainings are there. From the tomorrow it will be better, I think.

 

Thank you, Allnightlong. You are always here whenever I need you.

 

Hey, it's me, Chris Kross, your hip-hop king!
Just a joke, folks, I'm not so mean
All I need is to be seen, what I'm telling is obscene
Truth is that I have to win, but I need something to lean
On like still small voice. But my head's dizzy.
With all that ache, boys. Was it ever easy?
And I have to admit, I've made some progress
But I'm still a fresh meat, far from success.
Accessories were putted on me, when and why?
If you can't remember, the very next step you die,
Cause' it's hard to prevent such memory failure
When you can legibly smell a "Scent of a Woman". Pay your
Bills, 'cause you're about to pay the piper.
Will is the only message and it's the cipher
Locked and loaded but I can't afford the fire
My gun. Call that resignation. But I can't retire
From the impulses that's inside of me.
Day twelve. I'm pretty tired as you can see.