The Last Woman To Please A Man

[manuscriptx]

I haven't written anything with over twenty pearl ear rings inside a cozy settlement but a bear will not long for the suffering and deliberateness of another animal while trying not to forgive itself and remember how enticing it was to the master at its most peaking instinct. Separate and below from the ugly water stain; I fear a deep inside me; five insensitive hands perplexed and without eyes touching me gently.
Without contact; your numbers earn a certain pleasurable and distinct message to stop playing with the amiable and (distracted) timber wolves with draconian measures. Does it even bother someone with no bearing or direction to keep their head on a pike? Evil exists when it is most forgotten. Love is screamed out from below a calling when the wings of frightening flowers drip a silhouette through the glass tunnel where as many as forty thieves cast their ballots and handwritten notes into a half-empty pot of gold bullion.

Damn the sandman; tell six women that each one of them is pregnant with lust and top heavy with sober and belated confusion. The last of them wanted nothing to do with his sovereignty. Tell three of them that age is a factor when you're looking to find reasons with which to pin it on him; the motive for action.

 

[Bob Magness]

My brain hurts.

 

[manuscriptx]

........good.

Your brain is like any other muscle in your body that has never been strengthened before; once you start doing it; it will initially hurt.

After awhile; it won't anymore.

 

[Bob Magness]

Your brain is like any other muscle in your body that has never been strengthened before; once you start doing it; it will initially hurt.

After awhile; it won't anymore.

I don't know. I think I might have torn something.