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5:04 :04 u sure - sure this u gay cat 5:05 get over it.5:06 PMover youiti mean it.5:06 tell that to your heart you cut fuck. that’s for the cat comment.5:07 hahaha stfu dickfuck
your dead.
the woman I left was sleeping, and I look in the rearview and see a man
exactly like me, and the man was weeping for the houses, the street, that whole fucking island. They had started to poison my soul with their big house, big car, big time bohbohl, coolie, red nigger, so I leave it for them and their carnival…
when i was 15 i took a hand at writing erotic fiction. being 15, it sounded like this (exactly).
One summers day i was waiting by the pool for her. she had blonde long hair to her waste and felt as if she was the nicest girl in school, 23 years old and never had a boyfriend. but not for looks - because she looked like something out of a video hits cover - her arms as smooth as silk with milky skin like snow.
I kissed her in the garden, hiding it from my family as i let her know she was the one.
I told her what to do and she kind of did it, we were really doing it.
“qucik! i said” as i jumped to my feet - “he’s here!” - oh no she said, i should have told you sooner - i am married! to your uncle! i ran away so fast and when i got as far as i could i found her. she was nicer than the other one. we did it more.
the end.