There's nothing special about my greedy utopian dream: I'm not off grid, or more ecco' friendly; I still order luxury goods from overseas, hoard, engage in cliques, use the internet, dream about my own bit of land, claim any benefits I can.
I use the same drugs, minerals, roads, hospitals, banks, and I pollute the same air; with the same stink of self righteous elitism; because just like everyone else; I am unique!
There is nowhere off grid, our homes and our freedoms are all part of this flimsy construct ffs ( .)(.)
She squirmed and wriggled in absolute anticipation, just loving it, eagerly ready for what would come, love making in the most special and intimate way. Slowly Nigel moved his fingers up and down Stacy’s pussyanthamicatrical, enjoying the tightness of the plastic
though she was moist in her nose. The material of her ******* was soaked by dryness, science reversal. Part of her skirt would be but that didn’t matter. Soon she would be naked, not needing any
second skin to hide her beauty; that was left to her third. They had no secrets or inhibitions. Except skin.
Sometimes we grow short The perfect height for special missions Ideal for infiltration behind enemy lines Or licking pussycat shaped lollies ****** style We will strike at will And achieve our aims War mission or five-aside buddy We live on mars