the thing to see is that yes indeed in thrall i hold you all - you can talk your shit or suck my dick or smack your bitch or slit your wrist - fall in love fall or in lust - have no tits at all or a big ass Punky Brewster bust - i don't give a fuck - and it's not that i think even a one of you suck - it's just that i can feel you hanging off the sac of my nuts - and you talk and talk about how sorry i am - yet come again again to eat from my hand - oppossing yourselves every here and there - loving me one way and holding the other to shred bare - unawares, yes unawares of the faces i wear - like jekyll and hyde - banner and the hulk - you and your jealousy - all i got to say is this... bitch, my jock IS loaded.Birth sign: Libra
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