Well, yet another crazy night. Apologies to all for being a dirty man beast, yet again. I can unfold your lips, your excitement excites me, I dream about it sometimes. I can put virtuoso talents to better use than I do, I love love love it, if only you knew. I'm dabbling in the black arts, yet again, to what aim, on what alter, which scent of transcendence?
There was no funny business last night. Our worst sin was getting black out drunk. We may have sinned against God but we didn't sin against nature. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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please come talk to me
tonite
oh fuck it - ihave to get thru
the x vega system to do so
too much paperwork
have a good night
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