i am what i eat. or unplanned and prepared for battle.

I was born to the moth. We flew into the light together. When it appeared to be a light-bulb we were ecstatic! The switch was flipped, the light went out and we fell to the ground writhing. . .

Hard cocks, brutal sex and harry butts in the newspaper. An image of hot, slippery weiner that just oozes sensuality with the caption, "soft on time, hard against crime." But the paper spits equally jizzered material like '50% off at Beavers hardware. Its bullshit the way they keep me on the edge.