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11/26/2010 03:17 p.m.

who's got a mind full of stubbly armpit hair and eyes full of shame? he'll cum into your heart with his head down and his toes curled. he'll be wearing religious icons that hang about like dripping tendrils, shooting up the backs of his legs like severed achilles' tendons kaSHOOP!

the south pole is full of superstition.

the doldrums are full of superstition. be influenced by what you see. tick tick tick tick. get out your dick and jack it.

jilling off. THREE KNUCKLE SHUFFLE. FLICKING THE BEAN. there's a certain amount of crude straightforwardness that's acceptable in every day society.

he ain't pretty, girly, but he knots your nethers in a tither, tithing tining. out of the blue, out of the blue. he ain't exactly fancy, classy, or fine. he should shower more often, make more money, be smart and presentable, he is none of these things.

do you deserve any better?

you will be called out and punished for your crimes, little one. for committing such atrocities you will be tarred and feathered, fettered, you will be forced to eat fried oysters and kiss boys who taste like rotting fruit. your face will be marred by age and you will be loved regardless but not understand how.

i don't entirely understand.

biblical names grow weary, biblical names grow weary, oh sweet, poor thing, biblical names grow weary.

rumpus of folks, a pile a pile, all writhing. some are comforted, some dis-so. there come times where you can't feel your partners genitalia inside of your own genitalia. slippery. so yeah.