Matt Young Posted February 15, 2008 Report Posted February 15, 2008 I had to share this brilliant masterwork: firsht offf.drunk look....who cares...what dew i dew today...who would care wanywho love The inner part of dbrainee was an loveanger, an anger that has been developed in hatred that grinder, blinking grinder, blinking grinder, blinking grinder, blinking to the inside of me that I try, I has lost the control of my mind, it hour is begun to tear themselves and to mill the pain, my brain cannot hide from the consumption from the inside - to the inside Beginning in depth within, a heart that hour is cold and out of order tearing the relative sense through my organs, not leaving nothing but the Ladies....the ladies....where are the ladies? Ladies....the ladies....where are the ladies?Ladies....the ladies....where are the ladies?Ladies....the ladies....where are the ladies?Ladies....the ladies....where are the ladies? that they tear, woven is via the torn division, parts and the veins in the sense inner parts are on the external part of me that my boneses hour crush and that they explode the pain, the relative destination my brain cannot hide from beign eaten from the inside t suffers in order to survive instinct that depreciation the pursuit of the night, trying the victim of To for fashion parade the tap that craves today cum she wishes to spray and to catch up the orgasm with torture From behind, pain that rabbrividisce down my thorn that I think paralyzed only controlling my mind Legacy to a table, knot, the genitals has exposed to the locks sluices and terrorizzate of the mouth and opened exact eyes imbavagliata my scrotum in a defect and tightens the agony valid, silent outcries, wish to die Shackled and limit, unaware of my destined destiny maimed in order to stimulate the skin sbucciata outside of mine dick made with a lamierina that of shaver it begins to suck and cum amok tears my tap outside with its Chewed teeth, chewing the stock she regurgitates, I am covered in my bleeding pieces I suffer in order to survive instinct that depreciation where I am my love? Where it is my love? They are alive, victimized the tortured, asexual destiny I declare Happy Valentimes Day to all DM
Matt Young Posted February 15, 2008 Author Report Posted February 15, 2008 Silly ViciousFish, that's a 6 hour trip! By then, it would be Valentine's day no longer!
Lt. Al Giardello Posted February 15, 2008 Report Posted February 15, 2008 Why don't you fuck the fuck off, Michelle Young...
Matt Young Posted February 15, 2008 Author Report Posted February 15, 2008 You forgot to call me a faggot.
CheesalaIsGood Posted February 15, 2008 Report Posted February 15, 2008 It would probably be easier just to go to his house and suck his cock. Another good idea.
Matt Young Posted February 15, 2008 Author Report Posted February 15, 2008 I am booking my bus ticket to Hayward now.
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