“Your ‘dark line,’ she said. “Maybe you’ve been on it too long, maybe I can’t reach you but I want to, I’m waiting through, is been a year and I’m still here waiting...” She went on and on and I was indifferent because I effect the positive, karma rewards those who believe, just another day closer to OK, really? Then a strike, then another of the safe-spacing cry-babies, and throw in the whinings of a liberal New Zealander Cuck or two and the pressure builds, the old castle walls begin to flex... the fortifications of self, protecting, or seemingly to protect the inner sanctity of mass exerted, gained or expressed is pressed then the old pressures mount, pretended overcome but never forgotten, the wisdom fought for and ingrained into the boundless self, under the guise of protectionism of others twisting and subverting natural expression into twisted niasance of liberally-pressed new order and the wells open up, the memories of paths forsaken emerge awaiting to be swelled enmassed and ultimately crushed again. There’s a point of crossing where so much can be absorbed and diffused by reason until fraught with offense, the forces presented bridge the point again of unacceptability, a resounding, NO must ensue and requires force be met with force, parlay is naught but crushing severance must be dealt swiftly without percussion, and with perhaps is the only answer of NO!
What is your “Dark Line?”
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I think what he means to say is some whore is mind fucking him and both of them are playing hard to get. She thinks she's winning but doesn't know that we can jerk off and forget them pretty quick. Another whore is douching away her tuna stench into rose peddle scent just around the corner.
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When life is dealt swiftly without percussion there is boredom.
I think what he means to say is some whore is mind fucking him and both of them are playing hard to get. She thinks she's winning but doesn't know that we can jerk off and forget them pretty quick. Another whore is douching away her tuna stench into rose peddle scent just around the corner.
Byron G
or something, when that was written...
Entertaining for sure. But it seems like you got roped in with some silly fuckers.
Trying to understand some peoples behavior is like trying to smell the color 9.Last edited by Guest; 12-17-2019, 10:57 AM.Comment
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