"My cock does all the talking, my mouth now just for lies."-The Black Dahlia Murder. I've lived like this since puberty, as if all of my goals, aspirations & motives disentegrate once I see or think about a piece of ass. It's always difficult to explain my desires without sounding like a perverted playboy; I'm just a sadist with an urge that cripples his focus.
Help would be pleasant, an assistant if you will. Someone to pass the time with while I navigate this shit hole called Earth. Someone to motivate me & give me praise for the things I do. A person that excepts my attributes & caresses my faults. Delusions of grandure, possibly.
This shell is strong, albeit barely mist inside.
Help would be pleasant, an assistant if you will. Someone to pass the time with while I navigate this shit hole called Earth. Someone to motivate me & give me praise for the things I do. A person that excepts my attributes & caresses my faults. Delusions of grandure, possibly.
This shell is strong, albeit barely mist inside.