.*the joke reign being: ****** doing the jazz hands worth of clapping... like smith 'n' butch doing a: manicure with jellyfish attempting to usurp paralysis... like a ****** faking jazz hands... mind you: canned laughter always left an eerie impression on me... and i didn't even have to laugh... but a ****** over-exemplifying "her" hands? well... they're not exactly petite, geisha curiosities, worth the fragility of spring to be made comparison of!*
when a ****** over-exfoliates
the use of her hands....
i once mentioned:
the most ****** aspect
of a woman
are her hands...
so when a ****** over-exfoliated
"her" use of the hands...
never a "missing" ****
in war,
whether man, woman,
or... animal....
size...
the hands:
do not lie...
whatever lie there ever
was to be ingested...
like: words were food...
to distinguish them:
a vowel is pure fat,
and a consonant was:
slow burn sugar,
i.e. a carbohydrate...
but i can be made acute,
aware,
how a ****** is
the antithesis
of both heterosexual
& homosexual love...
it is neither...
it's an added curiosity...
a niqab-take
on ***
i sometimes
wonder...
jerking off...
am i looking
at the cleft of
a buttocks of a woman,
or the cleck of a woman's
*******
they... seem so well
pair... and undifferentiable...
i can't seem to tell
the difference!
back in the day
when marylin mason
was
all gag and hardly
any gay...
but you can tell
a ****** from a woman...
however many hormone
blockers...
bones do not lie...
hands...
the size of hands...
like some joke goes:
and if i removed one
tier of my ribs from my body,
i too, wouldn't
have to leave the house
for a *******
my same misery
story... concerning the selling
& buying of vinyl...
hands though...
i'm trying to bind myself
to either braille or
sign...
in deciphering
the ***********
like it's a ****** scenario
to not read this as:
just shy of Ypres.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
.*the joke reign being: ****** doing the jazz hands worth of clapping... like smith 'n' butch doing a: manicure with jellyfish attempting to usurp paralysis... like a ****** faking jazz hands... mind you: canned laughter always left an eerie impression on me... and i didn't even have to laugh... but a ****** over-exemplifying "her" hands? well... they're not exactly petite, geisha curiosities, worth the fragility of spring to be made comparison of!*
when a ****** over-exfoliates
the use of her hands....
i once mentioned:
the most ****** aspect
of a woman
are her hands...
so when a ****** over-exfoliated
"her" use of the hands...
never a "missing" ****
in war,
whether man, woman,
or... animal....
size...
the hands:
do not lie...
whatever lie there ever
was to be ingested...
like: words were food...
to distinguish them:
a vowel is pure fat,
and a consonant was:
slow burn sugar,
i.e. a carbohydrate...
but i can be made acute,
aware,
how a ****** is
the antithesis
of both heterosexual
& homosexual love...
it is neither...
it's an added curiosity...
a niqab-take
on ***
i sometimes
wonder...
jerking off...
am i looking
at the cleft of
a buttocks of a woman,
or the cleck of a woman's
*******
they... seem so well
pair... and undifferentiable...
i can't seem to tell
the difference!
back in the day
when marylin mason
was
all gag and hardly
any gay...
but you can tell
a ****** from a woman...
however many hormone
blockers...
bones do not lie...
hands...
the size of hands...
like some joke goes:
and if i removed one
tier of my ribs from my body,
i too, wouldn't
have to leave the house
for a *******
my same misery
story... concerning the selling
& buying of vinyl...
hands though...
i'm trying to bind myself
to either braille or
sign...
in deciphering
the ***********
like it's a ****** scenario
to not read this as:
just shy of Ypres.