Reclusive turtle soloing about its ribcage for one bestie' tendency.

After spent the night in its master's clink full of candelabra with Earthlings, the turtle doesn't want to go to thine torturous awry cotillion where everyone is fumbling for the right words.

It is happier to mate with the bestie while all the misnomers vibrating as if they would penetrate into the soul lucidly. Seeking gratification by every frottage and endless non-penetrative ***, whispering straightforward colloquial language became a morbid fascination.

Beastie frighten and enthralled the turtle with Sigillum Dei like riffs from decades of its polytheistic worship, machinations and machinations of coercive persuasions unlike crowdy psychopathies who pay no heed to propaganda and their mutual ******* provoked by **** star personality taxonomy and *** toy fabrication.

Turtle caused beastie a impairment of memory because of its anonymity and disruption of beliefs.

Falling in love with you like seeing someone else dresses in my skin. What I want to do to you is systematically indoctrinate you through torture techniques.