alizee

With lust, we become a living testament to quitting - on ourselves, our future spouses/children... we feel worthy of all its possibilities - STD's, shame, AIDS, death, impregnation and the upbringing or abortion of a helplessly innocent deprived soul.

We think "I'm only an object... I have no meaning. I quit on love... let me feel pleasure." But the pleasure is that of personal suicide as we flush ourselves further down the toilet - until it is all you feel, all you see, and all you become.

I'd like to tit fuck her ass