Meanwhile angry man comes to speak with Indians everyday because he is lonely
justjizz
6 months ago
I want to fuck her in all ways and manners possible and then fill her with more fresh cum than Mike injected his dog with.
He devoured me. He raped me.
6 months ago
I see him again. Mike. I want to scream, to fight against the inevitable, but I am ensnared in this macabre ballet of desire and despair, my will crumbling under the weight of his relentless appetite. The darkness closes in around me, a suffocating shroud as I am drawn inexorably toward his gaping maw, a cavernous void that promises nothing but oblivion. I know what is coming. My anus will never be safe as long as Mike lives. In that moment, I understand the cruel irony of my fate: I am not merely a meal, but a victim of his unquenchable hunger, a sacrifice to the grotesque ritual of survival. The world outside fades into a distant memory, replaced by the visceral reality of my impending demise. As I feel the last remnants of my being slip away, I am left with a chilling realization: in this grotesque exchange, I am both the prey and the witness to the depths of human depravity, a testament to the darkness that lurks within us all.
Troll, I often think of you when I rock out in my car. I’ve got Taylor’s wonderful new album in the CD player. And it has such a rocking song with perfect lyrics for your likes Some people might be offended But it’s actually sweet All the time you’ve spent on me It’s honestly wild All the effort you’ve put in It’s actually romantic I really gotta hand it to you No man has ever loved me like you do . . . you keep sending me funny valentines And I know you think it comes off vicious But it’s precious, adorable Like a toy Chihuahua barking at me from a tiny purse That’s how much it hurts It’s actually sweet All the time you’ve spent on me It’s honestly wild All the effort you’ve put in It’s actually romantic I really gotta hand it to you, ooh No man has ever loved me like you do Taylor reaches such amazing sexual heights in the song. A kind of totally-wound-up lesbian orgasmic masterpiece. One might not think of her orgasming over an obsessed girl. But the lyric’s there. ( “It’s kind of making me wet (oh!)”) So there it is.… Read more »
I don’t listen to all that much Taylor Swift music. Just the two recent albums. But I play them a Lot
When my young ones were young, I became aware Taylor Swift existed because I noticed the music at the end of that Awful Tasteless movie “Hunger Games” was really good.
And I mean the ending credits music – First Abraham’s Daughter” by Arcade Fire (02:08:00): “Safe & Sound” by Taylor Swift feat. The Civil Wars (02:10:00): “Kingdom Come” by The Civil Wars (02:14:00)
Then years later, when the Tortured Poet Department / Anthology came out, I was often speaking (just speaking) with a married lady from Torrance who absolutely LOVED Taylor Swift. Under her influence, I pressed play on that for free on the internet the week it came out. AND LOVED IT. Then bought the Japanese Import CD for my VERY OLD Mazda 2007) that has a CD player, but no way to connect to the internet.
Then I bought Life of a Showgirl on CD the day it came out. And LOVED IT
As to Kansas. Nope. They never floated my boat. Nor Stevie Nicks.
But that was out there during my Junior High/ High School era.
Instead, then, I listened to Pretenders, The Clash, Blondie, The Kinks, The Pink Floyd Sound, Talking Heads, The Nuns, The Velvet Underground and Nico, Peter Gabriel . . The list could go on. . .
And Opera. (Taylor’s grandmother was an opera singer)
And no. Not a teenage girl. But coached and refereed with lots of those years ago. When they were not listening to Taylor in my presence, but bombarded the world around them (and me) with Katy Perry, to my never-expressed ever-lasting chagrin
Troll, you’ve been cut and pasting this composition for months now.
And – regrettably – I think your overuse of it has shown a flaw.
I of course would never feel totally right about criticizing someone else’s creative writing. Writing in these ways can be such an important outlet
But troll. You used the word “survival.” In a phrase that seemed promising, but then fell short. Because of the word “survival”
“a sacrifice to the grotesque ritual of survival.”
It really doesn’t work, troll. That word choice. You had so much about desire and despair and appetite, ritual, ballet, words that invoke continuity, ongoing processes.
“Survival” is totally out of place if one is discussing the ongoing, the repeating. “Survival” is more of an over and done with word. A termination word.
(Of course it was also a great Bob Marley album)
I think it’s time for a rewrite, troll. You can either replace that boner of a misplaced word – “Survival”
Or perhaps write a whole new composition.
Sorry to say I found your writing flawed. But Shirley. We both know you can do better
The power of Indonesia compels you
6 months ago
Take that load deep, you cumwhore!
Sam
6 months ago
How pathetic your life must be to you have to do this to cope up.
You have no idea how tough it is to look at the mirror in the morning and see a big living pos staring back at you
Let's watch tomorrow
6 months ago
There’s a movie with the code JUR-514 coming out tomorrow. It’s a great movie, and I recommend you check it out on the movie4k.eu.org website. Go check it out!
You don’t have to do this. No girls should have to do this
Meanwhile angry man comes to speak with Indians everyday because he is lonely
I want to fuck her in all ways and manners possible and then fill her with more fresh cum than Mike injected his dog with.
I see him again. Mike. I want to scream, to fight against the inevitable, but I am ensnared in this macabre ballet of desire and despair, my will crumbling under the weight of his relentless appetite. The darkness closes in around me, a suffocating shroud as I am drawn inexorably toward his gaping maw, a cavernous void that promises nothing but oblivion. I know what is coming. My anus will never be safe as long as Mike lives. In that moment, I understand the cruel irony of my fate: I am not merely a meal, but a victim of his unquenchable hunger, a sacrifice to the grotesque ritual of survival. The world outside fades into a distant memory, replaced by the visceral reality of my impending demise. As I feel the last remnants of my being slip away, I am left with a chilling realization: in this grotesque exchange, I am both the prey and the witness to the depths of human depravity, a testament to the darkness that lurks within us all.
Troll, I often think of you when I rock out in my car. I’ve got Taylor’s wonderful new album in the CD player. And it has such a rocking song with perfect lyrics for your likes Some people might be offended But it’s actually sweet All the time you’ve spent on me It’s honestly wild All the effort you’ve put in It’s actually romantic I really gotta hand it to you No man has ever loved me like you do . . . you keep sending me funny valentines And I know you think it comes off vicious But it’s precious, adorable Like a toy Chihuahua barking at me from a tiny purse That’s how much it hurts It’s actually sweet All the time you’ve spent on me It’s honestly wild All the effort you’ve put in It’s actually romantic I really gotta hand it to you, ooh No man has ever loved me like you do Taylor reaches such amazing sexual heights in the song. A kind of totally-wound-up lesbian orgasmic masterpiece. One might not think of her orgasming over an obsessed girl. But the lyric’s there. ( “It’s kind of making me wet (oh!)”) So there it is.… Read more »
you listen to taylor swift? what are you a teenage girl? i thought mike would be listening to kansas or stevie nicks
I don’t listen to all that much Taylor Swift music. Just the two recent albums. But I play them a Lot
When my young ones were young, I became aware Taylor Swift existed because I noticed the music at the end of that Awful Tasteless movie “Hunger Games” was really good.
And I mean the ending credits music – First Abraham’s Daughter” by Arcade Fire (02:08:00): “Safe & Sound” by Taylor Swift feat. The Civil Wars (02:10:00): “Kingdom Come” by The Civil Wars (02:14:00)
Then years later, when the Tortured Poet Department / Anthology came out, I was often speaking (just speaking) with a married lady from Torrance who absolutely LOVED Taylor Swift. Under her influence, I pressed play on that for free on the internet the week it came out. AND LOVED IT. Then bought the Japanese Import CD for my VERY OLD Mazda 2007) that has a CD player, but no way to connect to the internet.
Then I bought Life of a Showgirl on CD the day it came out. And LOVED IT
As to Kansas. Nope. They never floated my boat. Nor Stevie Nicks.
But that was out there during my Junior High/ High School era.
Instead, then, I listened to Pretenders, The Clash, Blondie, The Kinks, The Pink Floyd Sound, Talking Heads, The Nuns, The Velvet Underground and Nico, Peter Gabriel . . The list could go on. . .
And Opera. (Taylor’s grandmother was an opera singer)
And no. Not a teenage girl. But coached and refereed with lots of those years ago. When they were not listening to Taylor in my presence, but bombarded the world around them (and me) with Katy Perry, to my never-expressed ever-lasting chagrin
Troll, you’ve been cut and pasting this composition for months now.
And – regrettably – I think your overuse of it has shown a flaw.
I of course would never feel totally right about criticizing someone else’s creative writing. Writing in these ways can be such an important outlet
But troll. You used the word “survival.” In a phrase that seemed promising, but then fell short. Because of the word “survival”
“a sacrifice to the grotesque ritual of survival.”
It really doesn’t work, troll. That word choice. You had so much about desire and despair and appetite, ritual, ballet, words that invoke continuity, ongoing processes.
“Survival” is totally out of place if one is discussing the ongoing, the repeating. “Survival” is more of an over and done with word. A termination word.
(Of course it was also a great Bob Marley album)
I think it’s time for a rewrite, troll. You can either replace that boner of a misplaced word – “Survival”
Or perhaps write a whole new composition.
Sorry to say I found your writing flawed. But Shirley. We both know you can do better
Take that load deep, you cumwhore!
How pathetic your life must be to you have to do this to cope up.
You have no idea how tough it is to look at the mirror in the morning and see a big living pos staring back at you
There’s a movie with the code JUR-514 coming out tomorrow. It’s a great movie, and I recommend you check it out on the movie4k.eu.org website. Go check it out!