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Garçon K. Keaton

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“Don’t go chasing boulevards, leads you to the alleys and the Dead Ends you’re used to.” - @gdotkeaton 

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Dead End Thrills

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Please Support Me lol 🙏🏾

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Inktober Day3 vía @gdotkeaton

[sza30]

It’s 2:52 a.m. and you just left.

There’s only one thing I’m thinking about.

I smile.

I knew you’ve been craving my body for weeks.

Your body is weak because I’ve been giving you the run around and it felt good to tease you.

but tonight I felt like being bad.

The things you say underneath your breath is what my ears want to hear at this time of night.

When you grab my hips from behind,

Then you put my legs together,

Then you you slide inside.

Slowly.

Your breath behind my ear while you going inside me and kissing my shoulder is what I was craving.

We started in the living-room but I needed more space.

I grab you by your hoodie as we walk down the hall.

The hall to a dungeon where I was going to get my way with you.

Punishing you for being my guilty pleasure.

I get what I want from you.

I make you speak.

You beg to bend me over and spread my lips open to have your moment.

You beg me saying you need me in your mouth between my legs like a drink in a desert.

You beg.

Your tongue meets my clit and I can’t help but feel like me dripping all over your face.

I beg.

I beg you to stop and go back inside me.

I beg to ride you.

I love to ride you

When I hold you down and see you under my control, I get wet enough to drown you.

He tells me he wants to cum with me.

Both of our souls connect in the highest ways where our body release from the intense fucking we’re doing.

Because we don’t make love.

We don’t kiss.

We don’t cuddle.

We don’t pretend.

I dismiss him like a stranger but he’s okay with that.

As long as I make time to let him devote him self to me.

Even if only for a moment he will always come back.

See you next time he said a as he walks away.

It’s 2:52 a.m. and there’s only one thing I’m thinking about.

I hope there’s food in the fridge.

Only one thing I’m thinking about by SZA edited by G.K.Keaton

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A Dead End Thrills post? Or the story of my life?

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Inktober Day1 via @gdotkeaton

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G O O D. K A R M A. D I N N E R. S E R I E S. . A LABK recap of the #GoodKarmaDinnerSeries presented by @karmaautomotive, hosted by @iamdavidhcarter and produced by #ubiquitaworldwide & @sunspot.studios. Food catered by @harvestandrevel. . Shout out to  #TeamSunspot @mtkalla @gdotkeaton & @djlunarosa providing the vibes throughout the night. And most definitely can’t forget about the amazing performance by @yahzarah. . 📽@lostartbk & @dariusxfold . #LABK #goodkarma #foodjustice #plantbasedlifestyle #healthandwellness#changemakers #film #Brooklyn #KarmaRevero

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Word on Road IX 📍 HONG KONG

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Let Me Go

Something has a hold on me.

I look over my shoulder.

I feel it, although nothings there for me to see.

‘Who’s there?!’ I cry out knowing the answer before the sentence finishes.

Mistakes.

Is it trauma or karma that makes me feel I can’t escape poor decisions.

Calling it karma is me blaming myself for things I didn’t have control of.

I did, but not really.

If I had control I wouldn’t feel this way.

If I had control I wouldn’t have let things get this out of control.

If I had control I would turn back time and stop myself from taking a leap of faith.

Is this why I’m feeling the way I’m feeling now?

Waking from nightmares about one wrong leap afraid of where I will land next, or maybe I won’t land at all and I will just keep falling and falling anticipating an impact that will never come.

Will a nightmare wake me whenever I want to take another leap of faith?

Something has me and I feel it grabbing tighter.

If I had control I wouldn’t feel a thing.

If I had control I wouldn’t let those thoughts into my day dreams or nightmares.

If I had control I wouldn’t let anxiety sit on my chest like a wave of water, crushing me like right before I breach the surface for air.

I’m pushed back down again further than before.

The darkness has me.

I close my eyes again making peace with what I assume is my fate.

I think of all the people that love and support me right now.

The people who will dismiss my feelings and say it’s all in my head.

‘Just breathe’ they’ll say encouraging me it’s oxygen surrounding me not suffocating water.

I stare in my mind wondering if I should believe them or not.

Then I look over their shoulder.

Is that... no. nothings there.

I have to protect them.

Distance maybe? But from what?

If not karma, and I’m still on the fence of trauma but, paranoia is present.

A gift plaguing me that I don’t want.

In my case, a basket I can only describe with a haiku.

Never letting go.

Rigor mortis from the past.

Un-grip my future.

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DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS

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Myself

Tired of lifting those around me, I just fail myself.

It’s not you its just it’s me that’s what I tell myself.

I try to shield you from me but Impel myself.

Can’t give you the world if I’m in hell myself.

But wait, it gets to point where I gotta ask myself.

Why the fuck is it so easy to detach myself?

Maybe it you and just something I lack myself.

But if these wounds were self inflicted I could patch myself.

[gdotkeaton]

@illnamethisaccountlaterrrr yes. #DeadEndThrills is inspired by 500 Days of Summer but sticks with you differently, longer, it’s a quick read and a great love story. Not in the typical sense of boy meets girl, even though that does happen. Check it out! - @gdotkeaton

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Word On Road. VIII📍Montreal, Cananda

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Inktober Day2 vía @gdotkeaton