I give up:
I’m turned off.
That repression bit’s jazzercized my provocative thesis:
Your ass is grass!
In fact you’re dead all ready, jerk off!
Those mental mechanisms are just rusty cars traffic gridlocked in yourself-dazzling presumptuosness.
Yawn! Isn’t it just so weird? Fascinating.
The more you ask the less I know.
Ancient functions get reprogrammed.
Tomorrow sex is just a stab for nostalgia and agendas for the future are just a twitch to rumble arousal hopes surpass audience attendance:
The fees of ears for fucking.
theTyranton July 18, 2007 Link
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