DON'T RESPOND...if...ya...y'know..... -- First time to trust a fart in days. -- No holds doors open, much anymore, for any one. They let the handle slid out of their grasps as those behind just barely reach the threshold. -- Two books, two pieces of toast, two cigarettes, two ??s, two two two, one bunk, -- No matter what Im horny. Horny horny -- Full disclosure: I am /so/ into demons/guys with horns. Deal with it. Accept me. -- two cigs smoked, one cig lost, -- Stop touching yourself -- Do go gently into the good night, fuckit, just fuckit. Die. Die. -- Why do some many people have some form of trauma from seeing a parent/relative naked? Is...Is that really a thing or something perpetuated by media? I've seen my dad naked lots of times and I turned out fine. -- DON'T RESPOND....unless....if...y'know..... -- 'Who is the audience?' Did you already ask that? '...Yes...?' FUCK. Already out of ideas. -- Purging purring motor murder motor mutter purring per pursueing, pursue, Purge, hot cars with hot babes, Kool Kars Kool Kids KUSTOM, custom cus tum cuz ton cos, cause, Hot cars with hot babes sitting on the hood. Hot guys in leather. Leather daddies, wannabes wanna be greasers, greasers, greasers covered in oil, motor oil, olive oil. That moment in 120 Days when Sade points out on such and such day they stop using Pomade with boys. Sex. Machines. Fuck machines, fuck all night. Knight. night. Customs caught up in old campers hidden away were the faire actors fuck at night. Where the car owners take whomever back with to fuck. Sex is everywhere and everything. I think Im obsessed. -- DON'T RESPOND. Well....um, i mean...if..y'know...but...huh... Well....
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