Then I'd immediately follow that with, "...and if we survive this I'd love to explore other similar options with you!" Then as everyone proceeded into some balance between the shock over what they've just heard and the overwhelming terror of impending death, I'd start laughing hysterically, surprised that no one else making like-wise confessions.
I would only hope that in this distressed and emotional state she'd fulfill my request. With me going down on her in some terrifying, frantic, beautifully awkward oblivion.





















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Armed with a pokingstick *poke* ..... *poke* ...... *poke*
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-Gin-
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sorry but I dont speak english very well...^ ^'
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Nope, I haven't read any of your poems/stories yet. I'll make sure to do that as soon as I have a decent chunk of time, though!!
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"...we live in darkness, just out of their sight...in the sounds they cannot hear...in the colors they cannot see...where they are not...we are grey shadows across the boy's shirt...the racing clouds...the pools of darkness..."
- William S. Burroughs
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