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I'm not a creative person. This is the only explanation for me not being able to think of one angle to approah my deformed book project. Deform a book in the name of art. This may be why writers and artist fuck but never fall in love. I just can't see the appeal in ripping the pages apart and slapping them with magazine texts and burning the edges. No, not a creative bone in my body...don't let the sweet kicks and smoking vice fool you. I'm just your average color in the lines idiot. Only explanation.
I ripped off my fake nails with scissors and my teeth. Typing is amazing now, but my hands are hideous. Thank heavens for having such sweet, big tits, if I didn't someone might notice another part of my body. "Back to basics" as the sex inspectors say, "back to flesh on flesh."
It looks like I'm staying in tonight, although a beer or two with a close friend sounds pretty awesome. Not every night can be a soiree.
I ripped off my fake nails with scissors and my teeth. Typing is amazing now, but my hands are hideous. Thank heavens for having such sweet, big tits, if I didn't someone might notice another part of my body. "Back to basics" as the sex inspectors say, "back to flesh on flesh."
It looks like I'm staying in tonight, although a beer or two with a close friend sounds pretty awesome. Not every night can be a soiree.