Baby you make my truck over-take. over turn. explode. I over-bake.
oye baby...what're you doing? hain? what are you doon?hain baby? (you have been coddled baby so now i must undo) you don't look like a baby...you look like...like a fierce mongolian wench.(undood) i lust for you baby...hain na baby?(coddle) you...mongolian wench...come giffen me the good lurrving...quickly fool...becoddled coddler.
i was thinking about something...felt like coddling you...i know not wot that means...i felt like coddling something...sometimes i feel like coddling things...i think some of my limbs are leaking because the fan is not moving...circularly.
so i wanted to coddle you...waisay hi...(coddle) anyone with a hole would do...(uncoddle) you're not special. .(undood) you don't mind if i coddle you do you? not that i care but sometimes...when i'm done being me i feel the need to coddle something(one) and there's nobody about...salmonella in an eggshell...asked me if she was strange...i said no...she was pleased. ceased to be mule-like...she was not strange never strange...in fact too normal...not a bit of adventure in her amazingly tiny body. microscopic you know...i asked her if i was strange...she said yes. i told her that, "no offense but you were never strange enough for me..."
she said that i'd told her that before...
guilty conscience...i don't want salmonella...i'm not coddling you but i want to...for no reason.
see it's easier to coddle shiny...never embarassing...and she never wonders what i want...she knows i'm a coddler...but then again she also knows that i'm looking for her in a castle next to the portrait of a queen...my mistress complains...but a king has to look for his most valuable treasure when it disappears...and most valuable treasures always disappear...generally a book ends with them being found...her ass is round. handsome crows on the parapets...hahaha...i'd smack you with a crow if i could...my bird is a turd.
damnit...i can't coddle you...you're not coddly type...you'll think, "hmmmm."
yeah yeah i know i can safely coddle you with no problems to worry of...but there's the code of coddling to think of...like...does one coddle when one has eco exam tomorrow?
no...one does not.
heightened frustration leads to more coddling...you have to understand the background, history and nature of the coddling...you have to be aware of the facts and figures which brought it about and what were the motives behind it...if any. sometimes there are none...other than the basic pleasure of coddling...other times it's got the...coddling so i can coddle again...thing to it.
however we must leave...for father might wake up and shove boot up my ass...he's not much of a coddler...virgo you know...horredous pain in the ass.
lastly my intangible love...i might get tangled in you later on but for now...
may you be fortunate enough to let me coddle yon coddling apparatus. don't hate us. mate us.
now if shiny would turn around...and close her ears...i'd like to say a few words about her that i did when i was talking to a german...or sperman...i dunno...i only want shiny...shiny is my one true luuuuurveeeeeeeeeeeeeee....i will hump the crap out of her if she becomes real for just...one goddamn day...just one shiny...ONE DAY YOU FOOL...COME OUT FROM WITHIN MY HEAD AND SIT ON MY LAP...make sure it's winter when you do though...because i'll keep you warm...and that will make me happy...sappy...phatta hua nappy...or if nothing else...wear a kilt and dance for me...
shinyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....where fore art thou...oh preeeeeeeciousssssssssss bird of mine...come perch upon my thingy...etc.
no...no...shiny is sacred...goddess of mine...the only girl who could ever possibly drive me insane...completely nuts...and it feels...very good. too bad you don't know what's it like...too bad panty...but you go do jim morrison...sigh...shiny...hmmm...yum. shiny has shiny eyes...like the sun only more worthy of being looked at...(i drip like cheap...of cheapness but i laoo) and if you look at her...your eyes shine for a bit...and she could make you...feel...this...strong urge to steal her shoes. make her run...and we have run in a dream...and i beat her...she tried to cheat...but then there were vultures...and i was afraid i'd lose my bird...but i can never lose her...she is in the safest of places that God ever made...(don't ask me) i see corn falling from the sky...she is the purpose of my being...she is...very bloody hot...and has an ass to die for...hands i would...shake...i would...go mad...and watch her move...and she is graceful...like...goldberry...she is my goldberry...she is...goldberry's phoosi...she is...and there are none like her...she has eyes that would transport you out of your body and feel cold and warm and awkward and comfortable and sick to your stomach and hoping that this disease is never cured...
do as you please you infectious disease...type scene...i would take her by the hand and hide her in my pocket and steal her from the wind and sleep with her in a forest and give her a ring made of grass and a song made of something something...she is so bloody out of my league...hahahahaha...so...the only creature on God's good earth that makes me say gay stuff...so shamelessly...hahahaha...i have no shame when it comes to shiny...i have no...reservations...no bounds...no brains...hahaha...and my id explodes around her...and she looks and smiles and turns away...and i explode in my pants hahaahahahhaaha...she is...so...soft...so juicy...i would bite her cheeks and gnaw her leg...i would feel happy if i could feel sad with her...if i could do very naughty stuff to her...and she would bite my neck off and stab me in the back and i would say woooohooooooooooooooo...I GOT STABBED BY SHINY WOOOHOOOO.
i would ask her a thousand times to tell me what her name is...where she lives...if she can taste things same as i do...and how she likes this...and how she likes that...and i would make her read passages from k.k.dewetts book on economics...i would listen to every word and learn it by heart...and i would watch her eat and watch her drink and watch her change her clothes and i might go blind but still see her because she is in my head...now if she would only get in my bed...there is no heat no cold no spring summer solitude pretend ego lust money work sleep food books poems and nursery rhymes...there is only shiny...and she lives in the safest places on God's greenest earth...and if there is any girl i wouldn't be ashamed of to be seen in public with...one girl who could kick me in the nuts and i would just giggle like an idiot...it would be shiny...and if i could write a thousand billion books describing her and what she is...i would not tire....i would repeat myself till people threw rocks at me...and i would not mind...so in summary...i like shiny. she is the wench i would drench in lustyness...but there's more to her than an epidermis...dermis...more than a layer of skin...and shape...this that...very bad. but that's a speech for some other time...taeem...lime...she is a lime in salt....no fault...
my face is itchy
my throat is sore
i spent the night
with a lonely whore.
much love,
muk2k6
i was thinking about something...felt like coddling you...i know not wot that means...i felt like coddling something...sometimes i feel like coddling things...i think some of my limbs are leaking because the fan is not moving...circularly.
so i wanted to coddle you...waisay hi...(coddle) anyone with a hole would do...(uncoddle) you're not special. .(undood) you don't mind if i coddle you do you? not that i care but sometimes...when i'm done being me i feel the need to coddle something(one) and there's nobody about...salmonella in an eggshell...asked me if she was strange...i said no...she was pleased. ceased to be mule-like...she was not strange never strange...in fact too normal...not a bit of adventure in her amazingly tiny body. microscopic you know...i asked her if i was strange...she said yes. i told her that, "no offense but you were never strange enough for me..."
she said that i'd told her that before...
guilty conscience...i don't want salmonella...i'm not coddling you but i want to...for no reason.
see it's easier to coddle shiny...never embarassing...and she never wonders what i want...she knows i'm a coddler...but then again she also knows that i'm looking for her in a castle next to the portrait of a queen...my mistress complains...but a king has to look for his most valuable treasure when it disappears...and most valuable treasures always disappear...generally a book ends with them being found...her ass is round. handsome crows on the parapets...hahaha...i'd smack you with a crow if i could...my bird is a turd.
damnit...i can't coddle you...you're not coddly type...you'll think, "hmmmm."
yeah yeah i know i can safely coddle you with no problems to worry of...but there's the code of coddling to think of...like...does one coddle when one has eco exam tomorrow?
no...one does not.
heightened frustration leads to more coddling...you have to understand the background, history and nature of the coddling...you have to be aware of the facts and figures which brought it about and what were the motives behind it...if any. sometimes there are none...other than the basic pleasure of coddling...other times it's got the...coddling so i can coddle again...thing to it.
however we must leave...for father might wake up and shove boot up my ass...he's not much of a coddler...virgo you know...horredous pain in the ass.
lastly my intangible love...i might get tangled in you later on but for now...
may you be fortunate enough to let me coddle yon coddling apparatus. don't hate us. mate us.
now if shiny would turn around...and close her ears...i'd like to say a few words about her that i did when i was talking to a german...or sperman...i dunno...i only want shiny...shiny is my one true luuuuurveeeeeeeeeeeeeee....i will hump the crap out of her if she becomes real for just...one goddamn day...just one shiny...ONE DAY YOU FOOL...COME OUT FROM WITHIN MY HEAD AND SIT ON MY LAP...make sure it's winter when you do though...because i'll keep you warm...and that will make me happy...sappy...phatta hua nappy...or if nothing else...wear a kilt and dance for me...
shinyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....where fore art thou...oh preeeeeeeciousssssssssss bird of mine...come perch upon my thingy...etc.
no...no...shiny is sacred...goddess of mine...the only girl who could ever possibly drive me insane...completely nuts...and it feels...very good. too bad you don't know what's it like...too bad panty...but you go do jim morrison...sigh...shiny...hmmm...yum. shiny has shiny eyes...like the sun only more worthy of being looked at...(i drip like cheap...of cheapness but i laoo) and if you look at her...your eyes shine for a bit...and she could make you...feel...this...strong urge to steal her shoes. make her run...and we have run in a dream...and i beat her...she tried to cheat...but then there were vultures...and i was afraid i'd lose my bird...but i can never lose her...she is in the safest of places that God ever made...(don't ask me) i see corn falling from the sky...she is the purpose of my being...she is...very bloody hot...and has an ass to die for...hands i would...shake...i would...go mad...and watch her move...and she is graceful...like...goldberry...she is my goldberry...she is...goldberry's phoosi...she is...and there are none like her...she has eyes that would transport you out of your body and feel cold and warm and awkward and comfortable and sick to your stomach and hoping that this disease is never cured...
do as you please you infectious disease...type scene...i would take her by the hand and hide her in my pocket and steal her from the wind and sleep with her in a forest and give her a ring made of grass and a song made of something something...she is so bloody out of my league...hahahahaha...so...the only creature on God's good earth that makes me say gay stuff...so shamelessly...hahahaha...i have no shame when it comes to shiny...i have no...reservations...no bounds...no brains...hahaha...and my id explodes around her...and she looks and smiles and turns away...and i explode in my pants hahaahahahhaaha...she is...so...soft...so juicy...i would bite her cheeks and gnaw her leg...i would feel happy if i could feel sad with her...if i could do very naughty stuff to her...and she would bite my neck off and stab me in the back and i would say woooohooooooooooooooo...I GOT STABBED BY SHINY WOOOHOOOO.
i would ask her a thousand times to tell me what her name is...where she lives...if she can taste things same as i do...and how she likes this...and how she likes that...and i would make her read passages from k.k.dewetts book on economics...i would listen to every word and learn it by heart...and i would watch her eat and watch her drink and watch her change her clothes and i might go blind but still see her because she is in my head...now if she would only get in my bed...there is no heat no cold no spring summer solitude pretend ego lust money work sleep food books poems and nursery rhymes...there is only shiny...and she lives in the safest places on God's greenest earth...and if there is any girl i wouldn't be ashamed of to be seen in public with...one girl who could kick me in the nuts and i would just giggle like an idiot...it would be shiny...and if i could write a thousand billion books describing her and what she is...i would not tire....i would repeat myself till people threw rocks at me...and i would not mind...so in summary...i like shiny. she is the wench i would drench in lustyness...but there's more to her than an epidermis...dermis...more than a layer of skin...and shape...this that...very bad. but that's a speech for some other time...taeem...lime...she is a lime in salt....no fault...
my face is itchy
my throat is sore
i spent the night
with a lonely whore.
much love,
muk2k6
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