TEMPTRESS OF PASSION!
Dear Journal of my expressed entries of passion and hot fever,
Today seemly proved to be rating high amongst my body's passionometer. I was traveling in my electric wheelchair, (which i sometimes use only because of the fact that my body becomes over-passionate and has trouble moving due to the expanding of the passion within my DNA structure...it's not because i'm too fat or unhealthy or anything like that...), when all of a sudden a lady (overwhelmed by my new muscle shirt) jumped out in front of me due to her over-passion of wanting me in her life and caused me to run over her foot.
This event caused something to arise from deep within her, need i say it was heat? oh yes, our conversation got quite heated as she was yelling and screaming... trying to make it look as though it was me that ran over her.... not her over-passion for wanting me causing her to jump out in front of me...
In fact, our conversation got so heated that i had to drive away with my finishing comment being "No, I'm sorry. I'm not a cheap floosy.".
Sometimes I feel sorry for all the people that want me so bad, but cannot have me. But then I think "No Edwardo, they will only poison you and fill your brain with acid.". Ah, the troubles of me...
Love from the source of your passion and fever,
Edwardo
Today seemly proved to be rating high amongst my body's passionometer. I was traveling in my electric wheelchair, (which i sometimes use only because of the fact that my body becomes over-passionate and has trouble moving due to the expanding of the passion within my DNA structure...it's not because i'm too fat or unhealthy or anything like that...), when all of a sudden a lady (overwhelmed by my new muscle shirt) jumped out in front of me due to her over-passion of wanting me in her life and caused me to run over her foot.
This event caused something to arise from deep within her, need i say it was heat? oh yes, our conversation got quite heated as she was yelling and screaming... trying to make it look as though it was me that ran over her.... not her over-passion for wanting me causing her to jump out in front of me...
In fact, our conversation got so heated that i had to drive away with my finishing comment being "No, I'm sorry. I'm not a cheap floosy.".
Sometimes I feel sorry for all the people that want me so bad, but cannot have me. But then I think "No Edwardo, they will only poison you and fill your brain with acid.". Ah, the troubles of me...
Love from the source of your passion and fever,
Edwardo