dirtyfilthy
In the grim future of 2009, there is only war.

Flop your cock out.

Posted on Thu Aug 23 22:57:00 UTC 2007

I eat a lot of red meat. I think: to grow strong we must consume the flesh of other creatures. Animals eat other animals. People eat people and gods eat gods. It's the nature of things.

Tomorrow I get to see Lucy, from whom who I have pined away, and cried, and smiled, and fought for and fought over. Some people say to fight for, to fight over a woman is to treat her like an object, but I say I don't put my heart into mere things -- I say they ain't big enough.

One time, is all I've kissed her.

I guess you might consider me a pussy, but on the other hand I'll get into a fist fight with anyone. I put more of myself on the line, on the table, skin flayed back and naked on a regular basis than anyone I know, and fuck you if you could do what I do even ONCE, once would be a miracle.

Flop your cock out.

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Sometimes I wonder if getting drunk five days out of every seven is anyway to live. It's one of those habits you just fall into, and booze is always around.

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