Tickle your own sense of perception with a feather as soft as a bed of rocks descending down a slope of life, crashing down upon a timber of light. Stray from the thought that gave you sex, but stay near the enlightenment of pleasure, only to realize it measures in grains, the seconds spent between this lifetime and the next.
Goodbye SG
Goodbye SG
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olddognewtricks:
heh, they were supposed to cancel my account, but they still haven't. gonna live it up while I am still here
catza:
i like that... hope you don't get cancled