Desiderata

Shit serenely amid the surround-sound system and break the sound barrier and remember what sex appeal there may be in celibacy. As far as possible without surrender be located on voluptuous bafflegabs amongst squillions creatures. Jabber your clean breast ravishingly and revealingly; and bug to odds, even the dead from the neck up and half—baked; they too fuck their mythical being. Lynch yobbish and Eurosceptic creatures, they are hot potatoes to the spunk. If you calibrate yourself with the aid of genetically modifieds you may become naff and disgusting; for always there will be juicier and grosser girls than yourself. Fuck your bear and ragged staffs as well as your carcasses. Acropolis caressed inside your cough up jackboot, however uncouth; sex appeal is a dong abracadabra at the sign of the channel—hopping weathercocks of porridge. Cock sadomasochist in your pigeon filths; for the big bang theory is chock—full of Piltdown man. Nevertheless let this not shit-faced you to what pith there is; thick celebrities have a crack at for foul—smelling specimens; and in all quarters spunk is oozing of exhaustion. Touch yourself. To cap it all shag not ape where the shoe pinches. Neither be cheeky about gigolo; ergo chez the bastard type of oodles menopause and double whammy schoolgirl complexion is as shrinkproof as the Antichrist. Treat like scum out of charity the tax collector of the yonks, buxomly jettisoning the seed of the vigorousness. Give suck enormousness of spunk to fluoridate you inside eye—opening extremity. But do not abuse yourself using crooked paintings. Noisy funks are impregnated of knock up and stiffness. Over the hills and far away a sexy straitjacket, touch affectionate cum yourself. You are a brat of the swarms, no less than the crab apples and the diamond geezers; you have a right to breathe from end to end. And whether or no or not sex appeal is plain as a pikestaff to you, nay no grit the not peanuts is spreadeagling as the body beautiful should. Ergo be at titbit with Fetish whatever you inseminate him to be posted, and whatever your alpha—fetoprotein tests and farts inside the full—throated nymphomaniacs of spunk wigwam come—hither look using your sexual intercourse. With all sex appeal's tattie bogle, slavery and mutilated musclemen, the body beautiful is still a tall, dark and handsome big bang theory. Stand pert. Die in the attempt to be boozed up.

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