drumbeats. im walking with friends thinking about fucking and getting my hands on some tool and cursing everybody out as i do, my bitchy side is alternating with my horny side and im heading through boys town being bitchy and horny at the same time, and i hold my judgement till 9, when i tell everyone to get stuffed and leave all night open for those who wants their appointments, sand in the face of my rivals and i laugh even though its not funny, buried in my bitchiness for thirty seconds is my horniness, watch me be the battering ram and watch me ram my cock down your throat bi-curious?? bitch-curious!! give me a fucking break! you want my ass? cum and get it!! 12 and im sucking cock in a car down by wrigley, my own choice, look at my lips, saturated with juice, working over and over and over on the head, no cyberfucking, and when i get back into boys town my bitchy side remains close to the surface, fighting to escape this bitch, by three im tired, im still horny but a bigger bitch than before, what's wrong? get it right, or you won't be seeing me this night!! and at five i catch a ride home and reminisce on this night and say i did my part its your turn. drumbeats. eyes closing. sleep descending curtain. drumbeats fade then stop
Reason for writing:
bitch + slut +moral dwarf+ generosity+ strength +weakness +cocksucker+mindfucker+ maneater+ immoralist=me
Birth sign: Aries
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