Merriment is gay as a fairy princess’ mate wearing britches made to bare his dick and taint. Care to disengage in declaring bitching lame? There’s pretentious, then there’s dismissive. Is it fair to whisk away their defensive pain? I air my business without a care. It’s just my way to spare my kid of anger I carry with me. K?
I detect a malady sans a melody.
Hand to Elohim I confess my fallacies
in jest. My talents reach lands in hell, at least.
Ants do relish these set realities.
Checks for hourly spans. We sell our dreams.
Last edited by dull boy; 01-21-2020 at 06:00 PM.
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