Back in the dawning of my day, I had learned that the only
thing against you, was the perfect breath of morning, that had reached out to
you in the last of the day, and required the pleasant times to refurnish this
aubade: mourning poem about the rising of the sun, this is my life, here
lamenting the lugubrious affectations of the last supper of my life.
Parody, poems, fiction, and whatever else I feel like creating..... including a bunch of "short stories" that I've written lately. You should really love them if you like absurd, and at times "dirty stories". IF YOU ARE TIRED OF READING BORING BLOGS, READ THIS, YOU MAY BE ENTERTAINED.
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Thursday, November 16, 2017
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Standing on the shoulders of giants, leaves me quite hot, here in the searing, scorching sun--of which I find to be most pleasurable in my sense of loneliness, and solace, as I find a way: always, a way to tear any pussy up I chose, and I actually do, my cock is huge, and I hate tiny inept white bums who think they are entitled to something, of which I cannot complain at all, in fact the only thing to do is have a way to see the entirety of the show, in face value with the time I have put forth in destroying the notion that I do not have the ability to take care of myself. I take honor in my ability to care for myself, and use the un-ageing intellect of this hedonism I choose to call my own. Love you, too. Feel free to hate on me, but I deserve more than you do now, so what do you have to say to that.
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