Wake up.
Pray to Gods.
Brush teeth.
Wash body.
Groom body.
Dress – jeans, t-shirt, Cloak of Shadows.
Eat breakfast – Eggs, bacon, toast, Elixir of Elvenwood.
Quest hard.
Sleep well.
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Month: April 2016
The most magical mesh tank-top in the world
Little holes let the soft wind blow through the fabric in order to massage the skin and make it sing. Is it hot out? Muggy even? I don’t care, because I am garbed yet not garbed. I am clothed but also nude. This I share with you. My flesh, my comfort level, my everything.
These pants have too much flavour!
When one purchases a new pair of trousers, wouldn’t it be only proper if the goddamn manufacturer put a disclaimer or a warning label or whatever on there that indicated the intensity of taste you were about to slip on. I mean, that’s my skin in there! C’mon!
On that note, does anyone have a remedy for flavour rash?
Eyes like fine corndogs
At night when the soul is seeking whispers in the dark, I lay there, eyes open, flesh all out and sweaty, all in and questing hard. Where are the whispers? Are they hiding? Why? Do they not know my skin and spirit and organs and bones and whiskers wish for their silky pleasures? For their slithery knowledge? Where are the whispers in the dark? Come out of the shadows and tickle me sweet and deep. Let’s do this.
Where can a guy get a Christ Massage?
Sometimes you get stressed and tense up so hard you fart diamond dust. Maybe even accidentally squeeze out some dirty jewels.
You ever try to clean them sick and shiny skids outta yer underwear?
I gotta tell ya, it’s tuff!
You’ve really gotta scrub.
Let’s go to a restaurant!
I put ketchup on lasagna.
I put mustard on my clams.
The best kind of salad is chili fries.
And heaven is just a party swamp away.
So much fashion sweat, so little time
Got to get your body rampaging hard on the cutest l’il diet y’all ever did eat! ‘Cause it be time to hit the hot summer streets in them silk slacks, mesh tanks, and leather slip-ons! So screw them carbs, buddy, and chow down lean and mean!
