Anonymous in America

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Anonymous in America,how sweet that I have touched you in a complete yet fathomless way. The emotional discharge, thick and conspicuous, drips down your trunk like tree sap.

Your jealousy, my darling, is the source of your forceful lust. Perhaps a raw nerve has been severed in two, or at least gnawed upon a little, or maybe, just maybe, it’s just a bottled up, old-fashioned hissy fit.

Anger is symptomatic, Nonny, a clear sign of suppressed desire and when misguided can be quite the rage, so confront your latent tendencies and admit that you are gay for my childish confessions.

Come out, Anonymous, wherever you are, come out, come out and play with me. Express your vitriol, your venom and bile. Why, it’s music to my adoring ears. Imagine. All of that attention and it is all for me.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
YOu write boring shit man

I cant understand why anybody would bother with you at all. ANyway, Mr Porter, just eat a dick. I guess anonymous aint gay and doesnt want to play with your ass. Use a cucumber or something

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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I know Anonymous in America,

Though sometimes it's in USA;

That's that loud, opinionated eunuch.

cymrycymryover 18 years ago
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Again, excellent. I struggled with the format a little, but the content more than made up for it.

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