i'm not a poet, i'm not yelling this... i'm not going to give it a ****'s worth of oratory footage in a video... it's just "thinking", out-loud. oh **** me, ***** is evil once you've been drinking *** for a few days... but beginning with 70cl in the early afternoon, and ending with 1litre of *** at night... you start to walk like a crack addict cockroach... scuttling as fast as a cheetah.
oh... so you don't think you'd be in intimidated by ten bulagiran prostitutes sitting before you, and trying to fake king solomon? try it... i had this drunk impromptu once with 10 of them... please, can one of your girl choose me, i'm a bit fatigued with regard to making a choice, i just want to ****... then one starts talking: you're not supposed to say that! that's heresesy in prostitution. so i reply: well... aren't you the talkative one... you'll do, just fine. pwoad boys my ***. and yeah, that's how the freudian madonna-***** complex works... you can get an *******, drunk as **** with a *******... sober or drunk with a "normal" girl in society? a bit hard... she pretends to be a ******, and then lies about how manhy guys she's ******; my **** always used to be: yes? no. yes? no. yes? no! at least with prostitutes you can objectify down to the genitals, proper... and there's no subjective-façade of: you can be my boyfriend; that's the sick bit about ******* women that aren't prostitutes... there's the objective-façade of a ****... but the girl... she's not thinking about an hour's worth of ****... she's internalising something that what a man, might be, simply pulverising to imply: a wedding ring... i don't know man, go to a prostitue, and then **** a universnity anthropology / psychology chick... you'll be able to get a *litmus test for your ****, + ego... between acid *******, and alkaline girlfriends in the future... it goes like this: you **** her gentials, she ***** your ego... thank **** that prostitutes are neutrons in this atom construct.