Monday, April 27, 2009

The Soul Of My Bondsman

Have I a story of love? Have I the team of the river? Have I a knack for dark diving? When you hear the answer to these questions, it will be like someone is puffing dried cum in your ears or holding your legs to a candle. But if you walk to the river's end and bust a magical siren, I won't have to tell you at all-- you will already know. I tried to find it once myself, but found myself under a waterfall of your blood. The next time, I took a guide, but still wound up with my headphones in my socks.

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