The Fleece Sleeps | Episode 7 | Last Irrevocables
I had a cat, a dog, a wife, a husband, a spider and yes / I lived in the hair / My ejaculations were irrevocable.
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I had a cat, a dog, a wife, a husband, a spider and yes / I lived in the hair / My ejaculations were irrevocable.
It's too big / It's too big / It's too much everywhere / It's too much all the time / Go get EMETH and touch yourself
Sports, nothing but sports without a state of mind and no sex with women at this time because the manly friendship, too, is falling apart...
"Please find my wife, but don't call my parents..." Driving the wrong way in search of vehicle collisions, crumpled metal sheets and regain the memory of his atoms.
Even and especially when it is touched by love, the couple is a matter of non-desire. This love becomes a repulsive thing.
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, the mother of all violence.
Some objectives of the "Totally Nude" workshop: Risking oneself in a body bath. Give yourself the freedom to stay there. Tranquilize your fear. To confront desire.
It is up to certain libertines to want to escape the "mawkishness of free sex" from which they claim to be exempt.
The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.