In Vassar boy I avoid telling Ford's story to tell tales of Drew as though Drew were a subjet worthy of the telling. I steal time from the banks of the river Styx and it's not something I can fix. A small memento mori will do nicely.
Poetry and Porn pretent to rend the universe apart and stitch it back together again but in the end they rend what they preteen and up end whatever messes they intend. A porn a copia of pretense is all the sens you'll need to breed a bountiful future full of fantastic pleasure.
The missing ART.
The missing of the ART Show.
The showing of the missing ART.
Participation is limited to the invited participants. All others will not be included among the invited.
My habits are a mess. My messes are habitual. It is almost enough to know it.
His trim form. His full to overflowing cock. His everything a pleasure. My own private treasure. Stalking the tomorrow of yesterday. It's all I can say. All I dare do.
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