******? ******?! an abortion in its earliest stages is... ******? so what the **** is an ******* into a tissue? genocide?! at what point is my ***** your high-ground for morals in reverse? i went to a catholic school, and we had this "debate" aged 15, or 16... that ***** you up for life, i guess that's worse than being kiddy-fiddled by a priest in terms of intellectual self-fulfillment... ******? ******?! really? well me ******* is apparently genocide, because all the women shoot out are vacant eggs... oh, but that's no ******... that's just ******* galaxies! so why not strap my ******* **** to your forehead and tell me when it's sunrise, for ****'s sake... and he-**... a bowl of cornklakes and a bowl of porridge! oh... so what happens when in the *** act you swollow my *****? am i going to start calling you a ******* cannibal?! oh some do... and they then ask: what would my daddy think? ****, that tongue needs a niqab, or a james bond intro of: for your eyes only. so where are all the pretty girls on the streets these days? hasn't christianity created a niqab of domesticity? or something seen through a paparazzi camera lens? you been to the fish market lately? see any ******* mermaids? nope... all i saw were dead cod heads and squids... now... that really is the trick worth a niqab equivalent... hide them in rooms... eyes staring at walls rather than at people... perhaps that's just me... perhaps i haven't visited kensington gardens or knightbridge for a while... there is a niqab concept in christianity, the men wear sunglasses (even at night), and the pretty women are seen through a camera lens... in a land, far far away, beyond the seven seas, and the seven mountain ranges... but this abortion = ****** *******... answer... is me ******* into a tissue a genocide? and you gulping down my ***** make you a cannibal? as the story goes: just because you asked me to ******* into you, gives you, power, over me?