Capital Love
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.
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I enjoy vomiting the "Shit of thought", which should be expelled like so much excrement. In short, everything that harms and does not belong to the construction of one's own identity; everything that betrays it or keeps it under wraps: stupid educational principles, a priori respect and mimicry of ideologies foreign to oneself, a feeling of creeping obligation to be accepted by a community...
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.
Even alone, one may not be in tune with one's inner self. We are too afraid that it is a crime. Fortunately there is the mask to help us be.
I am one of those narrow-minded people who stupidly think that there is no crime without a murderer, no smoke without fire and no right-wing extremist... without a right-wing extremist.
The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
Demanding, demanding, demanding | A look at the declinations at the root of an artistic involvement in the creation of projects
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
Adult, your world is a mistake from start to finish. You have been wrong and always will be. In doing so, you are dragging us, those of us who do not want to be part of your world.
Magnificent arrogance of an ordinary hero: Live to get hard and enjoy the world! "Suck it, this is my cock! Drink, this is my sperm! »
The preparation of the Fates is for me to live a whole life every day. It is to experience psychic death, so much one idea is dead to the next