From Savage Spear of the Unicorn “Joe” writes: Hi Delicious Tacos, I read your post. Has your life improved? Yesterday at work I was reading emails on my phone and I started seeing a fish shaped spot crawling with patterns. Over several minutes it turned into a giant amoeba filled with psychedelic flashing triangles and fractals. Made me blind. I’d been reading an email from a friend. He said he’ll kill himself in Cambodia. I offered to buy him a plane ticket back. The hooker he lent his house to didn’t pay rent. A different girl stole his truck and his shotgun. Took them to Orange Country where she drove into a ditch and was arrested. She has a two year old son. A fictional character who is not me had recently fucked her raw from behind and she couldn’t get wet until she stopped five minutes in to smoke heroin out of a big blown glass pipe. The fictional character missed that smell. The fictional character couldn’t bring himself to cum in her. She’d been crying about the son, who was with his religious grandmother some place like Yucaipa. She’d take hours to get ready before she’d let you at her. Bad skin. Gingerly applying foundation. Point being I should avoid looking at my phone.
Are You Happy Now
Are You Happy Now
Are You Happy Now
From Savage Spear of the Unicorn “Joe” writes: Hi Delicious Tacos, I read your post. Has your life improved? Yesterday at work I was reading emails on my phone and I started seeing a fish shaped spot crawling with patterns. Over several minutes it turned into a giant amoeba filled with psychedelic flashing triangles and fractals. Made me blind. I’d been reading an email from a friend. He said he’ll kill himself in Cambodia. I offered to buy him a plane ticket back. The hooker he lent his house to didn’t pay rent. A different girl stole his truck and his shotgun. Took them to Orange Country where she drove into a ditch and was arrested. She has a two year old son. A fictional character who is not me had recently fucked her raw from behind and she couldn’t get wet until she stopped five minutes in to smoke heroin out of a big blown glass pipe. The fictional character missed that smell. The fictional character couldn’t bring himself to cum in her. She’d been crying about the son, who was with his religious grandmother some place like Yucaipa. She’d take hours to get ready before she’d let you at her. Bad skin. Gingerly applying foundation. Point being I should avoid looking at my phone.