When a penis is erect it seems rather poised to do damage but the vagina is a frown that only smile when a penis in it, out and it's angry again, it's a suction tube drained to drain that which thinks it rives.
Just like sex the penis think he is doing damage but life is a suction tube draining us away we will never truly fuck anything
men should be cautious about the intent behind the actions, sacrifice and crave for adulation. It wasn't a riving but draining, The image of the river is a goad
Mostly the goad of action is sexual, We strive to earn so can rive people with money, rive a person with our goodness, persona and sacrifice. It is very sexual prod of ownership
When I really think of why I need money it's just so I can show how I best I can fuck the planet, such damage in my mind, how can I do my riving so I decide to be slave be fucked and eschew even the nexus of my thought action
am I trying to fuck with my sacrifice with mh abnegation will I ever truly ever fuck
When you think of automobiles, where are we in a haste to go, I fuck the car with my entrance, and fuck the air with my speed. When the man walks, he is brisk as one trying to fuck the air moving with speed and surety.
Do I then run myself haggard eager to fuck to a suction tube, go ahead and cure me with your enthusiasm trying to impress me while I undo myself and attain the slow, the seconder, impress me with your bait while I glean off them and live minimal
please fuck me with your passion with your sexual crude while I read and maintain a scowl.
People planning their world domination and I'm thinking how deep will I sleep this night, it's 8am, I find myself doing things slower learning from those goaded, picking up the lessons and shards of their speed in trying to be first.
This goad is particular with African, ADHD, high twitch muscle and crude mind, everything we do has a sexual undertones when we enter the car it's sexual we enter our house we wear our cloth we walk everything is done to portend that we are a good fuck ignorant animal
This the onus behind meaningless toil you want to blow people's mind, to blow them out of the water, but these are people who shouldn't be alive in the first place, people with the thinking faculty of gorillas, it says something about you speaks a dearth in your own thinking faculty when you crave ignorance adulation.
This goad is determinant of the speed at which they live their lives, there you are fucking a girl thinking you are doing damage she screamer harder, harder! you continue forgetting she's instructing you, at the end you come off worse and drained you did no damage, The same thing applies to life, one must be calm about the thing, you intend to rive. Life swallows all, every frog must make the sound of water, a pond will never croak.
Greed, avarice and sleaze these are all prodded by the goad of the river you want to be the fucker you are to souse someone with your car it's all a foolishness, find peace without the ponoi please.
They want to show you the size of their penis in their acquisition, they want to fuck me with the size of their car, with the size of their houses, you bloat yourself because you want to fuck me with your appearance, such maggot food such empty emprise of sand. The way they walk, talk eat, think or perform simple activities, has the rive in it, Rverything is an extension of the ego everything has got to be an extension of their phallus.
They want to show you the size of their penis in their acquisition, they want to fuck me with the size of their car, with the size of their houses, you bloat yourself because you want to fuck me with your appearance, such maggot food such empty emprise of sand. The way they walk, talk eat, think or perform simple activities, has the rive in it, Rverything is an extension of the ego everything has got to be an extension of their phallus.
When I see their alacrity I give way, Go ahead and impress me with such rush, defenestrate and quick deaths, unaware of the nexus of such actions.
Who said anything about leaving, I love it here, You my people - Billy woods
Now do one need ask if you have ever truly evaluated yourself, Are you free from the goad of the river
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