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Apr 2017
well... when you begin in a "premature"
                                                                                  (so called)
                                                                                                 phase,
and can't produce any *****...
                                you know what happens?
                           in the first half, of your 30th year
you'll; literally grow out of the practice...
              ah he he he he.... loci's words, not mine.
but it's true, once you start dictating a drink
that's amber bitter, that's code for english ale
and you have corvus corax to boot...
          you're bound to find a second for a thought
concerning valhalla.
     but i'm dead serious...
            when you start to ******* prior
to puberty, knowing that prior to puberity the act
doesn't produce any *****... well... by the time
you hit 30... you kinda stop the practice...
             it's ******* weird though...
       go a month without *******?
                     what are you going to find that's "remotely"
******?
                                   how about a magic trick?
                            pet a cat with a toothpick.
i'm serious about that: pet, a cat, with, a ******* toothpick.
and that's me basically saying: omni-eroticism just
found its place.
                            a cat and a toothpick?
                          are we talking about iranian poets?
what?! one and the other at the same time?!
               **** me!                                           that's clever!
    seriously though, when you start engaging in the practice
at an absurd age, to begin with, i.e. 7 / 8.... and that's not a fraction,
you forget the whole shindig by the time you hit 30...
voyeurism and ******* sort of die off    
            i can't stomach this ******: oh look! i'm clued in!
       i rather have the ******* key, than keep staring through
the ****** keyhole.
                          which makes drinking, to excess,
so much fun, if you're unrepentant,
   via the disrepture with asians having an intolerance
                                                                         with the juice.  
but hell! it's so nice to realise the complete cenobite potency
of, finally having become bored of *******!
           it's a bit like a gay "coming out of the closet";
                                       ****'s sake! burn the bras! moment.                  
cats and toothpicks though?
                  that **** is *****...    pet a cat with a toothpick,
and it'll turn into a leather clad gimp;
                     i have no idea why they like the prickly sensation,
i guess it must invoke a sense of frost, pinching them,
esp. since they are maine *****.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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