Simulacra, Kinda

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susansnow
susansnow
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You remind me of autoerotic asphyxiation and hair gel. Gets me there. Like Val Kilmer was a better Jim Morrison. A copy of a copy of a copy. I don't mind the blurring or even being misled because it is a hell of a ride. I'm unusually tight lipped. I want to arrange clitoral stimulation. Perhaps a massage in a kiddie pool filled with fresh poured cement. Or a tickle amongst chicken feet and unclean needles.

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TrixareforkidsTrixareforkidsalmost 10 years ago
Good stuff.

Wicked and weird. Good fucked up shit! 5d

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