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We had *** and I had a baby— That is, generally, how it happens. But how did…? …Exactly…? OH—You got, “not one, but two blowjobs”—Oh, my, lucky guy. Is that how egotistical men need to feel? You know what? It felt good for a second, but, then, it ended. ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
Hypothetical Baby
You think that I want to deal with cops? Slimy Lady, That is enough of your horseshit. ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC
What did you get paid in? Blackmail, or cash?
For, your concept is wrong. For all those WHO Cowered away in fear, Afraid of a little blackmail, Of a video, or a still photo, or two, Let me tell you, it isn’t worth it, To live your lives in fear, As secrets come up to the surface, In any ways, in which, they want. It is we, WHO, are unafraid, WHO get what we want. For, we get paid in kickbacks and flaunts. Feathers laid out, and properly named, Was my father’s taunt. For the hours my father Spent chasing after it, I think that he was wrong. ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
Rage Against Therianthropy
**** never fails at a laugh. Pooop— Slime [all types]. Forgetting words, but Knowing their “meanings”— Being gross “with feeling”, Because Big Brother is watching And whatever satire is a turn on Is sicker than me. Closing your curtains at night But they creep up on you when there is light. Math: I’ve had a brain-fart. ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:53 AM UTC
Brain-Fart
YOU BET I AM! I didn’t “get it”, AND BEFORE I did, [I would’ve taken that secret anywhere else, but On paper, or in my own thoughts; As long as it was far, far, away from me.] You, still, hat to torture me. When I did not know up from down. So, of course, I’ll “expose you”— You’ve got that **** right. ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 7:16 AM UTC
On a Rampage--