tek lintowe - be gentle

i like 2hollis nipples i want to suckle on them please breastfeed me hollis please i am a good boy for you please

It is 3:30 in the morning. Let us say one is “drunk” — an impoverished cypher for all those terrible things one does to one’s nervous-system in the depths of the night — and philosophy is “impossible” (although one still thinks, even to the point of terror and disgust). What does it mean for this episode in the real history of spirit to die without trace? Where has it strayed to? What beauty can compare to that of the cantina in early morning? Not even the gates of heaven opening wide to receive me could fill me with such celestial, complicated and hopeless joy as the iron screen that rolls up with a crash.

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tek lintowe - be gentle

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