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Kerfuffle

The universe has a marvelous way of maintaining eye contact before it spits in your face. Gracefully, carefully, it whispers sweet somethings and then pins me down and hocks its bile before my smile can break.


Destiny, manifest before me as something more than a kerfuffle of clusterfucks.


If I could, I would renounce my womanhood, hang up my pussy and my tits on a coatrack next to my soiled integrity.


Oh I've tried to quit my round-robin mind fuck, to give opportunities a chance to wet my pussy-

But The Lord said no, He said I was supposed to wait for you to finish up in the backroom.


So it's hopeless and I accept defeat. I'm sure you'll come around and I'm sure you'll never stay.


If only dildos could carry a conversation, I'd have a chance at erotic salvation.

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