Im sitting and thinking about the state of porn, but mostly about the girls in porn. Im hit with a deep and painful sadness. Stars destined to shine bright using the darkest stage yet still optimistic that the light will burst so bright that nothing will stand in their way, i feel pain because i know how the story ends, i want them to succeed not suckseed, i want them to burn bright, so bright , so full of joy for life and money. Yet the stage's dim lights always turn off and the curtain always falls, another notch on its post, another rung in its belt. Yet i still feel the need to help but fall back on the "but im only one man". Could i of saved chloe jones? or anna malle?, chris penn?. If i did this or that, would they be alive, if i didn't do this or that would vicky vette's husband be with us today, its like a puzzle, once you put the pieces together it paints a clearer picture.















Do you see what i see?. I have the cure for cancer, but its too late, they are gone, theres nothing i can do.