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after having slurped such oysters and mawled such mole-anal mounds - perfected the steak tartar - it's almost inconsistent with the fact that i can:          welcome some sort of civility in this fragile medium of writing... i dare say: notably prostitutes - Puerto Rican, Bulgarian or Ukrainan... i might as well have   soaked my mouth in a sponge dipped in olive oil -               and to even think it possible, having slobbered in these regions to then pry open an                  Augustine repentance - and claim a god,           having stretched                       beyond imagination the do of invited crude...        to keep a pristine mouth in both affairs seems contradictory -      i dare say:           no lesser creature is accounted for, other than in pure jest:           better cloaked...                    i can only fathom performing oral *** on a woman when first, able, in appreciation                     of the fruit of Poseidon - nice, tacky, it's not a case of poetic wording,       what, if not the grit of    a hog's snout rummaging in filth? there is a deep seeded melancholy in these words...           i am rotating on an axis of unredeemable consequence...                 man the tool use,          woman the floral imbue - god at best no socio-political ideal - rather the same stuff of                     "encrypted" rudiment; if i concern myself with god i concern myself as performing oral *** on a woman, and her onomatopoeia resounds deaf in the ears of god, for my tongue in her... ahem... is the sort of tongue in the skull akin to the undifferentiated          claim of animal:   due to ****** man is no more than a wolf's creed -      talk of man is akin to a cat purring - while a cat's meow is man's ****** -            all is well, gott ist taub.
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
perfecting steak tartar: oral
after having slurped such oysters and mawled such mole-anal mounds - perfected the steak tartar - it's almost inconsistent with the fact that i can:          welcome some sort of civility in this fragile medium of writing... i dare say: notably prostitutes - Puerto Rican, Bulgarian or Ukrainan... i might as well have   soaked my mouth in a sponge dipped in olive oil -               and to even think it possible, having slobbered in these regions to then pry open an                  Augustine repentance - and claim a god,           having stretched                       beyond imagination the do of invited crude...        to keep a pristine mouth in both affairs seems contradictory -      i dare say:           no lesser creature is accounted for, other than in pure jest:           better cloaked...                    i can only fathom performing oral *** on a woman when first, able, in appreciation                     of the fruit of Poseidon - nice, tacky, it's not a case of poetic wording,       what, if not the grit of    a hog's snout rummaging in filth? there is a deep seeded melancholy in these words...           i am rotating on an axis of unredeemable consequence...                 man the tool use,          woman the floral imbue - god at best no socio-political ideal - rather the same stuff of                     "encrypted" rudiment; if i concern myself with god i concern myself as performing oral *** on a woman, and her onomatopoeia resounds deaf in the ears of god, for my tongue in her... ahem... is the sort of tongue in the skull akin to the undifferentiated          claim of animal:   due to ****** man is no more than a wolf's creed -      talk of man is akin to a cat purring - while a cat's meow is man's ****** -            all is well, gott ist taub.
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
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