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deviant conveniences (Free verse) by J.B. Manning

We had unprotected sex Knowing you’re infected Your cum-fungus blistered my flesh On contact Memories of you resonate in my mind Like water on windows Certainty fades like Daylight and looking back is easy…fore-site blinding Love is addictive and I’m broken I want to Tie your pubic hair in knots and hang you on your contemplation Every time You say goodbye.

zodiac 3-May-04/3:37 AM
There is a point, and that point is verifiability, not current verification, which is what the other -=D_A=- has been saying for days now. Though I do think 113 made a mistake not allowing for the possibility that some kind of machine in the future (like 163's) will be able to detect and measure 'soul'. If that happens, I'm afraid we're all bound to find ourselves terminally humiliated by the Negroes once again, having still not recovered fully from that whole 'donkey cock' debacle.




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