- Filthy, foreign, forgotten, felt up in a hot tub crowded with smart sluts, sizzling in the bubbling chlorine cut steam pond, blond hair draping from side to side with eyes deep set feigning understanding and empathy, but I know better- there is no commonality, just one thats faked, mutually indulged so she can cum and feel adequate, so that I can fuck and feel sweaty/satiated.
Emily, Anenome, Empathy, Artery- what a puzzle. Like jigsaw madness, 2D scatter in zero gravity inconvenience, space discomfort to contend with the puzzle consummation.
Gold, Sold, Mold, Bold, Told, Old- Hyper-space is a wall you run into while jetpacking toward the distant pulsing stars, aliens dont really exist by fly past you in some tiny green plastic Toy shaped like a flying saucer but not genuine- no they're forward trajectory is the result of an enormous spider spinning in one circle and hurling them in one perfect long arc all the way across space. THey reach the other end of existence when the universe implodes, or explodes-whatever your preference is. Some say ice, some say fire as Frost says.
But anyway, BLAH BLAHY BLAH BLAH BLAH, I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTTHING TO SAUY YTO ANYONE<, SO WHY WRITE??~??!!??!?!
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