Yes…

Yes; it feels like you are dying under a silver icy blanket; with no pain begging, with a  little warmth or an idiot iron chain… Yes; it feels like smothering without harmony, under a stupid rainbow rounded in slayer hand… And yes people like you or me; feel like dots; with weak courage-shaped blacks on an hyena’s ass. How can we dare to talk or think about people? With this smell you never tasted, with this ass you never touched or you have never spanked… So, please, be cool and be the ass first and then we can talk about every single reality that we can never see… Thanks to our feelings. Yes; to people’s feelings… Feelings or little dirt toe, it’s up to you; You choose…

IQ

 

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