Hots Death

Dear heart? I pinch I pinch. No dearth of swelling. So this isn't a days dream. Just a lot of periods and head scratching. What better way to put the month to bed? This one goes out to the avatars, may you find that true thing, or a lie that you can live with. I could never be an om cuckold, my eyes turn to the bricks. Not leaving, staving. I'll stop and start how I please, this is an invisible car and I can go anywhere, at least in my mind; words are: a taste to the jonesing and maybe, a stolen spark. It isn't that I want to sound like anyone, or write like they wrote even, but I thank them for kicking me off. On Flywheel, activate! Because it helps to pass the time from this masturbation mower we are all hanging off the sides of. Did I knock you off? I'm sorry, he said while turning his head to smile.We aren't meat we're the flies babies. And I wouldn't have missed it for e-mail. Save one.