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system from within. I'm coming now I'm coming to reward them. First
we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens. I'm guided by this birthmark on
my skin. I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons. First we take Manhattan,
then we take Berlin.
I'd really like to live beside you, baby. I love your body and your spirit
and your clothes. But you see that line there moving through the station?
I told you I told you I told you I was one of those.
-- Leonard Cohen, "First We Take Manhattan"
😚
Vanilla wafer.
🤒
A day ago the future had looked aching and desolate, and now it looked full
of surprises and terror and bad things happening to people... If she had
anything to do with it anyway.
-- Granny Weatherwax commits optimism
(Terry Pratchett, Maskerade)
🙁
Boy: no
Girl: do you even want to be with me forever?
Boy: no
Girl: do you even like me?
Boy: no
Girl: would you cry if I walked away
Boy: no
*She'd heard enough and was hurt... She walked away with tears in her eyes*
*The boy grabbed her arm*
Boy: you're not pretty...... You're beautiful
Boy: i don't want to be with you forever..... I need to be with you forever
Boy: i don't like you...... I love you
Boy: i wouldn't cry if you walked away...... I die if you walked away
Boy whispered: please stay with me
Girl: i will
*tonight at midnight your true love will realize he/she loves you *something good will happen to you at 1-4pm *tomorrow it could happen anywhere! *get ready for the shock of your life! *if you don't repost this to 5other comments...... You will have badluck in relationships
My wife sat on the nearby toilet, sobbing with her head in her hands. The recent infatuation with my own sphincter was putting a strain on our relationship, one that admittedly wasn't going to be quickly remedied by any form therapy. This was pure love, not just some cheap form of fleeting lust or passing human desire. This was a deep and enchanting devotion from the soul. My ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ was the most beautiful thing I've ever encountered. My wife realized this, and couldn't cope with her recent feelings of worthlessness. Anything we once had was gone - my divine sphincter taking its place.
I slowly inserted my index finger inside of my gorgeous turd canal, moaning as my ♥♥♥♥ began to stiffen, ♥♥♥♥ residue staining my penetrating digit. My breathing intensified, as my body clenched with orgasmic delight - a perversion so divine.
Lusting for just one kiss with my poop-chute, I pulled my finger from my ass, tasting it with sensual delight. The sour, pungent taste of fecal matter brought my ♥♥♥♥ to a complete and raging hard-on - pulsating with every excited heartbeat. Smacking my lips, I savored the grotesque turd juice, as if sampling a fine wine. The pre-♥♥♥ now dripping with erotic anticipation from my pounding ramrod.
Ignoring her, I reinserted my index finger up my pooper, while furiously masturbating with my other hand. Angels sang as I began building toward orgasm, moans of enchanting ecstasy echoing off the bathroom walls. My eyes crossed as I screamed with absolute pleasure, I was close, so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ close. "Stop it! Stop it!" my wife pleaded.