When you stroll by along side of me, the hairs of my back spike up like Porcupine quills. Electrified in a stupor of awe, hoping some day you'll succumb in your all. Athough karmic consequences seem evident, the thoughts of filling my worldly indulgences seem all the more appropriate than the Saharan Desert. Each time you lick and bite your juicy lips in that provocative- fashion, It makes me day- dream of turning into a legendary Satyr representing character of partnership.
Executing melodious- paralysis ! Immediately, he plays his tuneful flute ! .. so that he may finally cease these obsessively craving and lustful pursuits .. ! Like the Fighter, whom reaches intriguing realms of suspended concentrated states, for he strategically achieves by inevitably delivering that final devastating Blow! For like the Asians whom are discrimminated and persecuted daily within the work force, Humbly! .... They bite their tongues! Quietly .. securing positions, all the while encouraging their children to graduate with collegian doctrines!

By: Angel Manuel Dominic Carlito Gonzalez Jr
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