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I tried, x ** something I get a lot is, “you’re too young to be a feminist.” too young to be a feminist for you’ve yet to witness a rhyme or reason to believe we lived in a patriarch-fueled society where the erectile dysfunctions of men are paid for by health care but, God forbid a woman seeks birth control to help herself God forbid a woman does anything to help herself a society where women are taught to be happy with what they can get yet to be ashamed when they get it a society where I grew up being taught not to trust a man for he’d hurt me but taught to have the house clean and his dinner on the table when he got home a society where a woman in a tank top and a pair of daisy dukes is a ***** who is asking for it” when the same woman is what’s used to market the male population who are taught that this is the woman they deserve a society where a woman is unworthy and ***** if she isn’t a ****** but a man is a man so long as he is “getting the hoes” a society where women are taught to protect their innocence and their virtue and the society where they are ostracized and ridiculed for not being ready a society where consent is hopped, skipped, and jumped around and the so called “fact” issued by Scott Johnson that says men can’t control their issues a society where a woman’s womb is not her own whether she wants this baby or not I was taught *** was shameful and wrong unless you were married but please, give him a baby and keep him satisfied we glorify teen pregnancies and ignore the accomplishments of women if I’m too young to be a feminist, then it’s quite **** sad I can point out what’s wrong in the world.
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
"You're Too Young to Be A Feminist" // Slam Poetry Transcript
I tried, x ** something I get a lot is, “you’re too young to be a feminist.” too young to be a feminist for you’ve yet to witness a rhyme or reason to believe we lived in a patriarch-fueled society where the erectile dysfunctions of men are paid for by health care but, God forbid a woman seeks birth control to help herself God forbid a woman does anything to help herself a society where women are taught to be happy with what they can get yet to be ashamed when they get it a society where I grew up being taught not to trust a man for he’d hurt me but taught to have the house clean and his dinner on the table when he got home a society where a woman in a tank top and a pair of daisy dukes is a ***** who is asking for it” when the same woman is what’s used to market the male population who are taught that this is the woman they deserve a society where a woman is unworthy and ***** if she isn’t a ****** but a man is a man so long as he is “getting the hoes” a society where women are taught to protect their innocence and their virtue and the society where they are ostracized and ridiculed for not being ready a society where consent is hopped, skipped, and jumped around and the so called “fact” issued by Scott Johnson that says men can’t control their issues a society where a woman’s womb is not her own whether she wants this baby or not I was taught *** was shameful and wrong unless you were married but please, give him a baby and keep him satisfied we glorify teen pregnancies and ignore the accomplishments of women if I’m too young to be a feminist, then it’s quite **** sad I can point out what’s wrong in the world.
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Fatalities, Here the criterion for selection is the amount of dowry the Ladies delivers with her, and that they will be a giant a part of the marriage day, procreation and bringing up the next generation, as it'll describe this method in a lot more depth, Be Trustworthy, the Norwegian police discovered the two main paintings on June thirty one, you need to search at the failure or downfall of every friendship otherwise, Are we the trigger of it. Or is this person so damaging simply because of his her circumstances and previous activities. What ever . The trigger may be. Psychological. Erectile Dysfunction Natural treatmentmen who do not want to risk the side effects of medical treatments often look for natural exercises that can help to increase their potency Tods Outlet UK. Until day I realized , Relationship vows, Notably. Marriage enables the couple a lifestyle of enjoy and determination to every other and it offers a secure and protective atmosphere for bringing up the up coming era, One may be the work of purchasing things. In reality, sharing. You might want to find other options that can in shape all of your healthcare Aaron Rodgers Jersey needs. In . Simple fact this is an establishment which if properly understood and incorporated as part of our life Tods Sale Outlet, can support us in evolving as a a lot more refined human becoming who is capable of caring for others and who cares for the character itself Tods Outlet, The state government of Kerala is also promoting high tech healing in hospital kerala of its private healthcare sector as a tourist attraction. To maintain ****** chemistry alive in your connection. Your choices would include Oahu, Most of the marriages which have failed have sown the seeds . Relate Articles: http://www.rils.org/rs/TodsUKOutlet.asp
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
Here the criterion for selection
Fatalities, Here the criterion for selection is the amount of dowry the Ladies delivers with her, and that they will be a giant a part of the marriage day, procreation and bringing up the next generation, as it'll describe this method in a lot more depth, Be Trustworthy, the Norwegian police discovered the two main paintings on June thirty one, you need to search at the failure or downfall of every friendship otherwise, Are we the trigger of it. Or is this person so damaging simply because of his her circumstances and previous activities. What ever . The trigger may be. Psychological. Erectile Dysfunction Natural treatmentmen who do not want to risk the side effects of medical treatments often look for natural exercises that can help to increase their potency Tods Outlet UK. Until day I realized , Relationship vows, Notably. Marriage enables the couple a lifestyle of enjoy and determination to every other and it offers a secure and protective atmosphere for bringing up the up coming era, One may be the work of purchasing things. In reality, sharing. You might want to find other options that can in shape all of your healthcare Aaron Rodgers Jersey needs. In . Simple fact this is an establishment which if properly understood and incorporated as part of our life Tods Sale Outlet, can support us in evolving as a a lot more refined human becoming who is capable of caring for others and who cares for the character itself Tods Outlet, The state government of Kerala is also promoting high tech healing in hospital kerala of its private healthcare sector as a tourist attraction. To maintain ****** chemistry alive in your connection. Your choices would include Oahu, Most of the marriages which have failed have sown the seeds . Relate Articles: http://www.rils.org/rs/TodsUKOutlet.asp
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"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his eventuation evocative execrations, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’.” “The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying ‘kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent’ , it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed Gumby ****** Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
Salacious
"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his eventuation evocative execrations, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’.” “The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying ‘kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent’ , it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed Gumby ****** Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
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Edifice erections surreal mistic heights Wayward excursions and catenary's bight Communal collusions of harmonies site Ethereal subsistence on exsertion's light Lingam and yoni are indefatigably tight Exponential overload was communities plight Semantic regalia is myriad temptation Finite being a mutual oblation Vicarious recalcitrance an obeisant sensation Conception's vastness like incalculable equation   Ephemeral effulgence is indomitable pervasion Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion Succinct salience is symbiotic allegory Fecundity's verve a transcendent promontory Imperative ascension the conjunctive's divinatory Audacity's exigence and fertility's invocatory Erotica's erectile like mentality's trajectory Futurity's fatidic and inherent delusory **** it fell right over like categorical imperative's contradictory
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Resurrecting the Tower of Babel
there were things i had never imagined i would understand be; experience and gape bemusedly at my unbelieving ambiguous eyes in the unnoticeably clear smiling mirror of the bathroom. things such as being a creep the creep whose wandering eye wanders just a wee bit longer. A microsecond length of the not-understood, the suspicious,the dubious the curious sometimes, but really mostly nefarious lunatic, perhaps...? the creep whose teeth clench into a smile. the lips parting but only Mendaciously...perhaps..? the creep who peers into me like a god scouring my precious little secrets my hurt points, my loci of scandalous innocuous things meant to be inside of me for my self. the creep who infringes on my warm bed of Safety. *** ******** erectile dysfunction sneer ****** ***** me father mother weirdity all the complexes that make you Feel like a spider whose web is shattered with but an uncaring finger. power. Uncaring Callousness terrifying in it's brutality intent , and things beyond . the creep peers in. but i was only trying to make friends. a bit too hard , perhaps...? oh the creeps of the world i understand thy plight the fact that you never understand what you are doing but only after it has passed that the black hole irises of un-understanding visages come to you to inform you that you have been a creep, the Creep.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
on being a creep
Specious speculative salacious spectral season Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization Transient transitive tour de force teleportation Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition Slinky slick sultry stoical snout Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out Gross grit groin grove grout Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
Transpicuous
*i've become as lazy as composers when writing titles, example of tautology is as lazy as beethoven's ninth symphony... yeah, grand... but what a dull title!* so i was reading this article about bim adewunmi about the singer laura mvula... and you know how it goes... leftist liberals tend to write tautological spaghetti, likened to bim's example: 'short-haired, dark-skinned black girl', bim, we get it... could have said rancid cinnamon for all i care... tautology is a logic of adding more salt than the salt required so it doesn't taste too salty when it does... i could also proof-read other journalists... restaurant critics are the best laughs, esp. when reshuffled like a ****** cabinet of the labour party to the opinion columns... then it's not called opinions section but table talk... a bit like saying: do i woo the sea back into this oyster before i gulp-down-the-hatch-it? well what do you expect, free democracy and subsequently free journalism has a judas kiss / brutus stab at everything, why not laugh at it as a useless get up in the morning read a newspaper be pulverised by stories from kingdoms far far away and opinions of people who'd send ******** dubbed soldiers off to the slaughter fields of Flanders so they can keep erectile egos ready for a salary readied... journalists always divert the heat & fire to the politicians... while journalists get away with satirising themselves, and i dare say, they are the clumsiest satirists of themselves, the most wonky ready to dismantle itself noumenons in existence. - journalist: huh? - the public - (elvis') aha uh um (frolicking without the stiff upper lip).
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:50 AM UTC
example of tautology
*i've become as lazy as composers when writing titles, example of tautology is as lazy as beethoven's ninth symphony... yeah, grand... but what a dull title!* so i was reading this article about bim adewunmi about the singer laura mvula... and you know how it goes... leftist liberals tend to write tautological spaghetti, likened to bim's example: 'short-haired, dark-skinned black girl', bim, we get it... could have said rancid cinnamon for all i care... tautology is a logic of adding more salt than the salt required so it doesn't taste too salty when it does... i could also proof-read other journalists... restaurant critics are the best laughs, esp. when reshuffled like a ****** cabinet of the labour party to the opinion columns... then it's not called opinions section but table talk... a bit like saying: do i woo the sea back into this oyster before i gulp-down-the-hatch-it? well what do you expect, free democracy and subsequently free journalism has a judas kiss / brutus stab at everything, why not laugh at it as a useless get up in the morning read a newspaper be pulverised by stories from kingdoms far far away and opinions of people who'd send ******** dubbed soldiers off to the slaughter fields of Flanders so they can keep erectile egos ready for a salary readied... journalists always divert the heat & fire to the politicians... while journalists get away with satirising themselves, and i dare say, they are the clumsiest satirists of themselves, the most wonky ready to dismantle itself noumenons in existence. - journalist: huh? - the public - (elvis') aha uh um (frolicking without the stiff upper lip).
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Scanning from the ground upward over my torso Reveals an disturbing inventory of dysfunction brachymetatarsia, in both feet! Unequal leg length Reconditioned knees Atrophied right quadriceps Hernia Scar L4 & L5 Vertebrae way too chummy Are these ******* Are these jowls? Gum recession Moderate gastro intestinal reflux Three diopter challenge in both eyes Dermatochelassis, left and right Scintillating scotoma Male pattern baldness – rear solar panel developing. And yet when asked I reply, Oh, I’m fine! I’m fine. And you, and you, still love me.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
My Medical Inventory, or Erectile Is Not My Only Dysfunction
I think you’ll see life’s getting scary there’s someone out there who knows everything about me See, everywhere in my emails there’s some tortoise-shell reading of my inner desires, needs and personality Today for example I’ve got several magic readings several secret readings Let's start with the first: *Meet **** women in your neighbourhood* - Oh my God, how did they know I was thinking of my neighbour’s wife? Make $4000 per week - work at home! Oh my Dear Stars! How did they know? Though with this of course I can combine my need to meet all the **** women in my neighbourhood while I’m making $4000 online O it’s all so easy, see - but scary And it gets scarier with these mystics reading my needs and wants Grow an extra inch! Oh! Oh! How do they know? How do they know? Erectile problems? We’ve got the pills! OK , listen guys - my wife has been talking hasn’t she? *Best Buy ****** Generic Online - ****** 100mgX60 Pills $125* OK...my wife has certainly been talking! That precision exposes her! And comes more: Stop Snoring Tonight - Guaranteed! Party on all night with our wonder pills... Dental plans - Oh God! Defend me from these mind-readers! They even know I’m losing my teeth and need dentures! Is nothing sacred any more? And there’s another one and now it gets even scarier cos they tell me things I didn’t know about myself: Put on this bra and see your man rise to the occasion! But Oh ye Aliens who observe all things human - I always thought I was the man! But maybe I never knew I am a woman actually? for they keep coming: Bras of all styles, types and sizes just for your body! Dear God! Heavens! Why have you done this to me? Why do you create me as man, run a male program for over 5 decades and then bring in these soothsayers to break the harsh truth in a gentle way: I am a woman - and needing more bras! And one more: Ladies, look 20 years younger with LifeCell! I’m finished! I’m zilch! I'm a woman and I'm getting old! The magic weavers have found me out the truth even I had not known... Do you suffer from depression? Yes! Yes! Oh - not before, but now yes! Yes! The Scientific Breakthrough is here! Oh, the devils know me! The devils are out to get me! and so gentle reader be you aware the demons are out there and lest you laugh at me they may already have started work on you they know every thought and wish and desire in your heart; and if you don’t believe me - just check your emails - if you dare... for I think you’ll agree life’s getting scary there’s someone out there who knows innermost secrets everything about you and me
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Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 8:56 PM UTC
life's getting scary
I think you’ll see life’s getting scary there’s someone out there who knows everything about me See, everywhere in my emails there’s some tortoise-shell reading of my inner desires, needs and personality Today for example I’ve got several magic readings several secret readings Let's start with the first: *Meet **** women in your neighbourhood* - Oh my God, how did they know I was thinking of my neighbour’s wife? Make $4000 per week - work at home! Oh my Dear Stars! How did they know? Though with this of course I can combine my need to meet all the **** women in my neighbourhood while I’m making $4000 online O it’s all so easy, see - but scary And it gets scarier with these mystics reading my needs and wants Grow an extra inch! Oh! Oh! How do they know? How do they know? Erectile problems? We’ve got the pills! OK , listen guys - my wife has been talking hasn’t she? *Best Buy ****** Generic Online - ****** 100mgX60 Pills $125* OK...my wife has certainly been talking! That precision exposes her! And comes more: Stop Snoring Tonight - Guaranteed! Party on all night with our wonder pills... Dental plans - Oh God! Defend me from these mind-readers! They even know I’m losing my teeth and need dentures! Is nothing sacred any more? And there’s another one and now it gets even scarier cos they tell me things I didn’t know about myself: Put on this bra and see your man rise to the occasion! But Oh ye Aliens who observe all things human - I always thought I was the man! But maybe I never knew I am a woman actually? for they keep coming: Bras of all styles, types and sizes just for your body! Dear God! Heavens! Why have you done this to me? Why do you create me as man, run a male program for over 5 decades and then bring in these soothsayers to break the harsh truth in a gentle way: I am a woman - and needing more bras! And one more: Ladies, look 20 years younger with LifeCell! I’m finished! I’m zilch! I'm a woman and I'm getting old! The magic weavers have found me out the truth even I had not known... Do you suffer from depression? Yes! Yes! Oh - not before, but now yes! Yes! The Scientific Breakthrough is here! Oh, the devils know me! The devils are out to get me! and so gentle reader be you aware the demons are out there and lest you laugh at me they may already have started work on you they know every thought and wish and desire in your heart; and if you don’t believe me - just check your emails - if you dare... for I think you’ll agree life’s getting scary there’s someone out there who knows innermost secrets everything about you and me
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Purely noumenal or epistemologically maieutic?   Existentially transcendental transmogrification, transmute, transude, transubstantiate.  Spiritual apercu’s incarnate.  Infinite possibilities eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology’s perfectible ontology.  Elan vital’s entelechy’s apotheosis.  Psychic clarity’s evolutional ascension.  Perpetuity’s adamant tenacity.  Sentience’s inevitably irrefragable logistical tactician.  Preternatural’s ostensibly immortal fecund.  Yes, lie with me and I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind with mesmerizingly enrapturing ecstatic euphoria.  Sublimely surreal futurity fatidic and  decadently arrogant blatant flagrancy.  Incorrigible atrociously impetuous impudence,  pusillanimous no.  Enthrallingly endearing sensually demonstrative flirtatious flamboyance.  What’s to extravagant exorbitance portray……… exserted protuberance’s indefatigably indomitable.  Sexuality’s infrangibly latent virilities, erotica erectile errantry’s hubris!  Feral phrenic frenzied ***** salaciously seductive.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Pneuma’s Epigamic Hubris
Prerogative presumptive judicature, cantankerous cantilever capacity.  Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts, asymmetrical symmetry.  Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation, intrinsic endemic innate opaque opulence.  Protractive analyses accidence ambience acoustics.  Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant.         Prophylaxis protocol annex annul.  Kinesiology kleptomaniac extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition.  Aura roan's rainbow mare's nimbus nimiety exorcism.  Corporeally preternatural's existential exigence exodus.  Cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, apex axis crux, exponentially extemporaneous manumission. Categorical imperative hubris, hectic duty deontological probity.         Astral projection's clairaudience clairvoyance.   Tenets and principles, maxims and axioms, and doctrinal mandates.  Exserted protuberance's edifice ********   Exotically ****** ethereally sublime xylem Xanadu sails. Erotica erectile errantry.         Fulham nuance *****  Formidable foundry of a foyer fracas.  Harpy harsh hast, atrium attrition seditious.  Oak tree ****** nails swarthy ******** swath swizzles and unicorn railway sails.  Anchor pin tachometer troll wood harlotry's root clod rudiments, lightning bow hat pick.  Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist.  Transpicuous translucence alluvium aloof impunity.
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
An Epoch of Epos and Epopee
Prerogative presumptive judicature, cantankerous cantilever capacity.  Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts, asymmetrical symmetry.  Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation, intrinsic endemic innate opaque opulence.  Protractive analyses accidence ambience acoustics.  Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant.         Prophylaxis protocol annex annul.  Kinesiology kleptomaniac extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition.  Aura roan's rainbow mare's nimbus nimiety exorcism.  Corporeally preternatural's existential exigence exodus.  Cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, apex axis crux, exponentially extemporaneous manumission. Categorical imperative hubris, hectic duty deontological probity.         Astral projection's clairaudience clairvoyance.   Tenets and principles, maxims and axioms, and doctrinal mandates.  Exserted protuberance's edifice ********   Exotically ****** ethereally sublime xylem Xanadu sails. Erotica erectile errantry.         Fulham nuance *****  Formidable foundry of a foyer fracas.  Harpy harsh hast, atrium attrition seditious.  Oak tree ****** nails swarthy ******** swath swizzles and unicorn railway sails.  Anchor pin tachometer troll wood harlotry's root clod rudiments, lightning bow hat pick.  Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist.  Transpicuous translucence alluvium aloof impunity.
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Edifice erections surreal mistic heights Wayward excursions and catenary's bight Communal collusions of harmonies site Ethereal subsistence on exsertion's light Lingam and yoni are indefatigably tight Exponential overload was communities plight Semantic regalia is myriad temptation Finite being a mutual oblation Vicarious recalcitrance an obeisant sensation Conception's vastness like incalculable equation   Ephemeral effulgence is indomitable pervasion Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion Succinct salience is symbiotic allegory Fecundity's verve a transcendent promontory Imperative ascension the conjunctive's divinatory Audacity's exigence and fertility's invocatory Erotica's erectile like mentality's trajectory Futurity's fatidic and inherent delusory **** it fell right over like categorical imperative's contradictory
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Resurrecting the Tower of Babel (re-post)
Hoes ******* Endearment Fat 'ol *** Big 'ol ******* Entertainment   Side *** Main chick Evolution Brain Chemistry Erectile Dysfunction
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
Now 999
Edifice erections surreal mistic heights Wayward excursions and catenary's bight Communal collusions of harmonies site Ethereal subsistence on exsertion's light Lingam and yoni are indefatigably tight Exponential overload was communities plight Semantic regalia is myriad temptation Finite being a mutual oblation Vicarious recalcitrance an obeisant sensation Conception's vastness like incalculable equation   Ephemeral effulgence is indomitable pervasion Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion Succinct salience is symbiotic allegory Fecundity's verve a transcendent promontory Imperative ascension the conjunctive's divinatory Audacity's exigence and fertility's invocatory Erotica's erectile like mentality's trajectory Futurity's fatidic and inherent delusory **** it fell right over like categorical imperative's contradictory
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
Resurrecting the Tower of Babel (repost)
Doc Allen Hello nurse, how does our day look, pretty busy Doctor Allen. Well send me in the first patient, hello Mr. Davis, how may I help you, well doc, I have a problem getting a hard on. Well sir you have Erectile Dysfunction, or better know as impotence. I will write you a prescription for ****** try them for a week, if they don't work, have your wife come in and I will satisfy her needs. Next patient, Nurse Lucy, His name is well we don't know he has Amnesia. Oh goody, hello do you know who you are, nope, do you know where you're from, nope, do you know anything, nope. Well sir there are no pills, but I will try something. Now this may hurt a lot, I'm gonna whack you with a hammer. Ouch doc, hey I remember now, my name is Bob and I'm from Boston, thanks doc. Nurse Lucy, who's next, it's Susan and she has Tourette Syndrome, oh boy, another winner. Hello Susan how are you today, good doc, **** **** **** sucker. Wow does this happen often, about twice a day, **** *** **** Well Susan there is no cure, but you must relax more, try some yoga and meditation, now slutty, ***** ***** get the **** out. Nurse Lucy, who's next, Lance he has Leprosy, wow what a day this is. Hello Lance, how are you today, I'm good but I'm falling apart. I see that your finger just fell on my desk, sorry doc, it's getting worse, I already lost my ***** Well Lance there is nothing worse than that, there is one known treatment. It's called Gotu Kola, it doesn't cure it, but it will slow it down. Oh god sir, your ear just fell in my coffee, we'll have to order it, but in the mean time, try not to lose your head. Nurse Lucy, anyone else, one more Doctor Allen and it's me, I need *** real bad. Bend me over the desk, and pound me good, Nurse Lucy, I thought you'd never ask.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
Doc Allen
Doc Allen Hello nurse, how does our day look, pretty busy Doctor Allen. Well send me in the first patient, hello Mr. Davis, how may I help you, well doc, I have a problem getting a hard on. Well sir you have Erectile Dysfunction, or better know as impotence. I will write you a prescription for ****** try them for a week, if they don't work, have your wife come in and I will satisfy her needs. Next patient, Nurse Lucy, His name is well we don't know he has Amnesia. Oh goody, hello do you know who you are, nope, do you know where you're from, nope, do you know anything, nope. Well sir there are no pills, but I will try something. Now this may hurt a lot, I'm gonna whack you with a hammer. Ouch doc, hey I remember now, my name is Bob and I'm from Boston, thanks doc. Nurse Lucy, who's next, it's Susan and she has Tourette Syndrome, oh boy, another winner. Hello Susan how are you today, good doc, **** **** **** sucker. Wow does this happen often, about twice a day, **** *** **** Well Susan there is no cure, but you must relax more, try some yoga and meditation, now slutty, ***** ***** get the **** out. Nurse Lucy, who's next, Lance he has Leprosy, wow what a day this is. Hello Lance, how are you today, I'm good but I'm falling apart. I see that your finger just fell on my desk, sorry doc, it's getting worse, I already lost my ***** Well Lance there is nothing worse than that, there is one known treatment. It's called Gotu Kola, it doesn't cure it, but it will slow it down. Oh god sir, your ear just fell in my coffee, we'll have to order it, but in the mean time, try not to lose your head. Nurse Lucy, anyone else, one more Doctor Allen and it's me, I need *** real bad. Bend me over the desk, and pound me good, Nurse Lucy, I thought you'd never ask.
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"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his eventuation evocative execrations, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’.  The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying", "kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent" , "it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed porker of a Gumby ******* ***** monger Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
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Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
Salacious
"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his eventuation evocative execrations, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’.  The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying", "kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent" , "it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed porker of a Gumby ******* ***** monger Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
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Nothing gets crossed out - A collection of the worst jokes you ever told (something about LSD and shellfish) rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls into dust bunnies (whispering my secrets) snatched up and molded with vegan butter until a collective comet increase, increases, IGNITES into flames and is suddenly the rising sun you rose up underneath from six times in my bed where the butterflies in my stomach shivered and shook and made their way to the walls at eye level with your tiny ears - Tie a tin-can telephone to the door of your own personal world from my mailbox and I'll leave a message on your carrier pigeon (answering machine?) I'm confused. "Jennifer wants you to know that she wants you and her to move into a postage-stamp house in a postcard of Italy - she says to make sure you know that the house has no walls and lots of ladybugs." - I think we're breaking up - "What do you mean, you know what I look like without my face? Jesus, Jenny, you're ******* nuts." - It's okay though, I got like, ten cents for recycling those cans. Anyways CRASH! From behind a junkyard ~ Sounds that I will drown out with my erectile-dysfunction pills. - There's a candle from something called (Ireland?) here and I can't ******* blow it out, there's like twenty, or twelve years probably, you are repeated here doing sunrise stretches in fluttering orange flames Green slime oozes from the cracks in your shower tiles and I try to pin it back up with clothespins; just in case it helps you save the world. By the way - I will write my name in the unethical fog left behind an Indian-ocean's worth of water and say I fell asleep, wasn't me, astral projection did it (!!) - (Are you still with me?) - The last chapter - the Queen of England will buy your burial site under a fake name and I will fingers crossed decompose into one looooong-winded aperçu.
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
I Already Have a prescription But I'll take a Number
Nothing gets crossed out - A collection of the worst jokes you ever told (something about LSD and shellfish) rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls into dust bunnies (whispering my secrets) snatched up and molded with vegan butter until a collective comet increase, increases, IGNITES into flames and is suddenly the rising sun you rose up underneath from six times in my bed where the butterflies in my stomach shivered and shook and made their way to the walls at eye level with your tiny ears - Tie a tin-can telephone to the door of your own personal world from my mailbox and I'll leave a message on your carrier pigeon (answering machine?) I'm confused. "Jennifer wants you to know that she wants you and her to move into a postage-stamp house in a postcard of Italy - she says to make sure you know that the house has no walls and lots of ladybugs." - I think we're breaking up - "What do you mean, you know what I look like without my face? Jesus, Jenny, you're ******* nuts." - It's okay though, I got like, ten cents for recycling those cans. Anyways CRASH! From behind a junkyard ~ Sounds that I will drown out with my erectile-dysfunction pills. - There's a candle from something called (Ireland?) here and I can't ******* blow it out, there's like twenty, or twelve years probably, you are repeated here doing sunrise stretches in fluttering orange flames Green slime oozes from the cracks in your shower tiles and I try to pin it back up with clothespins; just in case it helps you save the world. By the way - I will write my name in the unethical fog left behind an Indian-ocean's worth of water and say I fell asleep, wasn't me, astral projection did it (!!) - (Are you still with me?) - The last chapter - the Queen of England will buy your burial site under a fake name and I will fingers crossed decompose into one looooong-winded aperçu.
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I think you’ll see life’s getting scary there’s someone out there who knows everything about me See, everywhere in my emails there’s some tortoise-shell reading of my inner desires, needs and personality Today for example I’ve got several magic readings several secret readings Let's start with the first: *Meet **** women in your neighbourhood* - Oh my God, how did they know I was thinking of my neighbour’s wife? Make $4000 per week - work at home! Oh my Dear Stars! How did they know? Though with this of course I can combine my need to meet all the **** women in my neighbourhood while I’m making $4000 online O it’s all so easy, see - but scary And it gets scarier with these mystics reading my needs and wants Grow an extra inch! Oh! Oh! How do they know? How do they know? Erectile problems? We’ve got the pills! OK , listen guys - my wife has been talking hasn’t she? *Best Buy ****** Generic Online - ****** 100mgX60 Pills $125* OK...my wife has certainly been talking! That precision exposes her! And comes more: Stop Snoring Tonight - Guaranteed! Party on all night with our wonder pills... Dental plans - Oh God! Defend me from these mind-readers! They even know I’m losing my teeth and need dentures! Is nothing sacred any more? And there’s another one and now it gets even scarier cos they tell me things I didn’t know about myself: Put on this bra and see your man rise to the occasion! But Oh ye Aliens who observe all things human - I always thought I was the man! But maybe I never knew I am a woman actually? for they keep coming: Bras of all styles, types and sizes just for your body! Dear God! Heavens! Why have you done this to me? Why do you create me as man, run a male program for over 5 decades and then bring in these soothsayers to break the harsh truth in a gentle way: I am a woman - and needing more bras! And one more: Ladies, look 20 years younger with LifeCell! I’m finished! I’m zilch! I'm a woman and I'm getting old! The magic weavers have found me out the truth even I had not known... Do you suffer from depression? Yes! Yes! Oh - not before, but now yes! Yes! The Scientific Breakthrough is here! Oh, the devils know me! The devils are out to get me! and so gentle reader be you aware the demons are out there and lest you laugh at me they may already have started work on you they know every thought and wish and desire in your heart; and if you don’t believe me - just check your emails - if you dare... for I think you’ll agree life’s getting scary there’s someone out there who knows innermost secrets everything about you and me
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Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 8:56 PM UTC
life's getting scary
I think you’ll see life’s getting scary there’s someone out there who knows everything about me See, everywhere in my emails there’s some tortoise-shell reading of my inner desires, needs and personality Today for example I’ve got several magic readings several secret readings Let's start with the first: *Meet **** women in your neighbourhood* - Oh my God, how did they know I was thinking of my neighbour’s wife? Make $4000 per week - work at home! Oh my Dear Stars! How did they know? Though with this of course I can combine my need to meet all the **** women in my neighbourhood while I’m making $4000 online O it’s all so easy, see - but scary And it gets scarier with these mystics reading my needs and wants Grow an extra inch! Oh! Oh! How do they know? How do they know? Erectile problems? We’ve got the pills! OK , listen guys - my wife has been talking hasn’t she? *Best Buy ****** Generic Online - ****** 100mgX60 Pills $125* OK...my wife has certainly been talking! That precision exposes her! And comes more: Stop Snoring Tonight - Guaranteed! Party on all night with our wonder pills... Dental plans - Oh God! Defend me from these mind-readers! They even know I’m losing my teeth and need dentures! Is nothing sacred any more? And there’s another one and now it gets even scarier cos they tell me things I didn’t know about myself: Put on this bra and see your man rise to the occasion! But Oh ye Aliens who observe all things human - I always thought I was the man! But maybe I never knew I am a woman actually? for they keep coming: Bras of all styles, types and sizes just for your body! Dear God! Heavens! Why have you done this to me? Why do you create me as man, run a male program for over 5 decades and then bring in these soothsayers to break the harsh truth in a gentle way: I am a woman - and needing more bras! And one more: Ladies, look 20 years younger with LifeCell! I’m finished! I’m zilch! I'm a woman and I'm getting old! The magic weavers have found me out the truth even I had not known... Do you suffer from depression? Yes! Yes! Oh - not before, but now yes! Yes! The Scientific Breakthrough is here! Oh, the devils know me! The devils are out to get me! and so gentle reader be you aware the demons are out there and lest you laugh at me they may already have started work on you they know every thought and wish and desire in your heart; and if you don’t believe me - just check your emails - if you dare... for I think you’ll agree life’s getting scary there’s someone out there who knows innermost secrets everything about you and me
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Swelling squalls of erectile tissue encountering memories of you wickering through me like a swish of ink making it's way across paper
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
An Ache, ii
Piercing the skyline; poke satan, as it is jibing. (Variant Verse*) Look at it in adoration this erectile. © S. Wesley Mcgranor
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
The Steeple (w/variant verse*)
Trying to bleed out every last word that's sitting behind the brain barrier. I'm afraid I'll lose composure if I get rid of all that juice. Steroid in my can I'm juiced. I heard a good tang/space reference. Let's pretend that I'm good with wit. You could be a comic You're a funny guy. I sense turbulence You caught me off guard. You're not wrong You caught me off guard. Let's break up You're not wrong You caught me off guard. I want you Let's break up You're not wrong You caught me off guard. --- I have somebody else count it. Throw a brick, and miss. I meant to do that. I meant to do that. Drown out self importance Drown in self impotence Drown in self importance Drown in self Not that it matters, but I'm not really impotent Impatient, maybe, but not impotent Erectile dysfunction I only relate with the latter of the two words. I'm done. I think that's it. Bled out
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
Bled out [it's really okay]
Isn't SPAM a pain in the rear? NOT the canned Spam that you can eat; I mean the spam in your email mailbox. It's so annoying and so indiscreet. "Mark as Spam" sometimes works, But obnoxious messages still get through. It seems as though you always have tons Of unwanted email staring at you. Have you seen "Six Months to Skinny" Or the "One-Pound-a-Day Diet"? There's always "Hi, you're going to love this" Or "Want a good time?" That one's a riot. What about "Help with Alcohol," "Penny Stock Tips," or "Erectile Dysfunction"? Or "Toenail Fungus"? Yikes! Please spare me. They send out this nonsense with no compunction! Breast augmentation? That I don't want. Baldness cures? Well, if I let it Be a problem and needed some snake oil, I know exactly where to get it. I often get messages dealing with meds. Those boring messages always fall flat. And then there's "Male Enhancement Madness." No thanks; I will pass on that. Have you received the message that goes Something like "Hi, my name is Pam"? The one that I find really hilarious Is the one that reads, "This is not spam!" Despite precautions, when checking your email, You're bound to find SPAM--lying in wait. I have to say that I much prefer it Not in my mailbox, but instead on my plate. - by Bob B
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
The Curse of Spam
in erectile functions or asexually the ideas that give meanings or rises or raise the honor guards rifles; complicate the pool with lust genes surprise me in profundity or praise the humble help yourself by helping another don't accept blindly what is handed out consider the futility of grandness in you and houses and material things just once let it reproduce a kinder heart in us in me in you
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
replicate
Fly me Freakin' Throw me into the sky Let me drift on the winds Like a lofty kite Dr. Do-No-Wrong Stop touching my inappropriates I'm sick of the Ferry The rocking of the boat Makes the water seems soothing Explosions? Destruction Fallacy Erectile disfunction Welcome to Unsatisfactory
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 8:19 PM UTC
Rich, no
Bruno           he trims a Cuban cigar and places it in his anti-authoritarian orifice: Foreshadowing the mysteries of life brings the succulent cauldrons of mystical salaciousness to a boiling ardor.  I’ll entice the myriad realms of your enchantress and wring the moisture out of your femininity.  I’ve got a cat of nine tails in my hands- I dare you to stroke me, you sassy *****  just so you may know my obeisant oblations orchestrations.  No other woman moves me like the feral ***** you employ.        Caspian   Choreographed katas supplement his beast. He’s adamant and masculine, and plucks the strings of his guitar in anticipation of your ****** harmonies.  Pounce firmly on his erotica erectile like the black panther of his lust’s rebellion.  Caress the protuberance of his virility- mount his exsertion- hair on hair- wanton on wayward- peal him slowly with your agile ictus- he’s ambrosia and honey- extort the fecundity out of him and give it back like a fertile libation. Roland He’s like a Mayan calendar.  Excruciatingly exacerbating, imperturbably tenacious.  He’ll draw the sport out of you and make you bounce like a cowgirl on a bronco.  Only to buck you off and leave you in the dust like a flaccid martyr on the ground he tramples.  You’ll reminisce his wily gate where ever you tread, and ****** yourself at the thought of his machismo machinations as you rode his determinism.   Sol His exotic lightning vaunts in the celestial canopy.  The blood of new world wizardry, he seduces from the apex axis of his citadel pinnacle.  His warrior heights ooze with the psychic clarity of zoomorphic demagoguery’s rebellion and make the knight groan with exigency.  The weight of his words, the upward convection of  their accessional draws sweat and *** from your extant.  He can sense your arousal from miles away and seduces your mind like a torrential deluge. Richthofen He is manumission, no more the faded vision of  body incarnates ghosts.  He writes of the enrapturing mesmeric-ness of its inebriation to tantalize his wanton decadent blatancy’s flagrant.  Impetus intrigue and intuitional verve become sensual currency.  He’s the lounging lion, the puissant God, the edifice ******** of pornographic wit.  The incongruous incognito with no moniker.  Seduced by your poet he would romance the *** out of you and leave you enraptured with your own anonymity at the edge of the new world freeway.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
Printemps des Hommes
Bruno           he trims a Cuban cigar and places it in his anti-authoritarian orifice: Foreshadowing the mysteries of life brings the succulent cauldrons of mystical salaciousness to a boiling ardor.  I’ll entice the myriad realms of your enchantress and wring the moisture out of your femininity.  I’ve got a cat of nine tails in my hands- I dare you to stroke me, you sassy *****  just so you may know my obeisant oblations orchestrations.  No other woman moves me like the feral ***** you employ.        Caspian   Choreographed katas supplement his beast. He’s adamant and masculine, and plucks the strings of his guitar in anticipation of your ****** harmonies.  Pounce firmly on his erotica erectile like the black panther of his lust’s rebellion.  Caress the protuberance of his virility- mount his exsertion- hair on hair- wanton on wayward- peal him slowly with your agile ictus- he’s ambrosia and honey- extort the fecundity out of him and give it back like a fertile libation. Roland He’s like a Mayan calendar.  Excruciatingly exacerbating, imperturbably tenacious.  He’ll draw the sport out of you and make you bounce like a cowgirl on a bronco.  Only to buck you off and leave you in the dust like a flaccid martyr on the ground he tramples.  You’ll reminisce his wily gate where ever you tread, and ****** yourself at the thought of his machismo machinations as you rode his determinism.   Sol His exotic lightning vaunts in the celestial canopy.  The blood of new world wizardry, he seduces from the apex axis of his citadel pinnacle.  His warrior heights ooze with the psychic clarity of zoomorphic demagoguery’s rebellion and make the knight groan with exigency.  The weight of his words, the upward convection of  their accessional draws sweat and *** from your extant.  He can sense your arousal from miles away and seduces your mind like a torrential deluge. Richthofen He is manumission, no more the faded vision of  body incarnates ghosts.  He writes of the enrapturing mesmeric-ness of its inebriation to tantalize his wanton decadent blatancy’s flagrant.  Impetus intrigue and intuitional verve become sensual currency.  He’s the lounging lion, the puissant God, the edifice ******** of pornographic wit.  The incongruous incognito with no moniker.  Seduced by your poet he would romance the *** out of you and leave you enraptured with your own anonymity at the edge of the new world freeway.
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