Chalk up another one for the vast web of cheats and disease. Nice guys finish last that is, if finishing is even considered desirable. At least half the population has slept with each other in one way or again, succumbing to the cries and demise of their selfish biological urges. When you fuck without love without purpose without care, you only masturbate with living objects. Breathing sex toys who themselves remain selfish as the libido jerks and sparks between pelvises in a human's most despicable charade. How wonderful it must have felt to finally blow that load which had swelled between your thighs, to exchange fluids, to dry off on Grandmother's handmade quilt which had been passed down through the generations that had once, as you have, dried off on. You blame false pretences, you sit blaming the media, but I will place blame on the weakness of your mind, and as well the ego you posses.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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