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Chapter 2. Spanish or Italian The 25th of each month is a c ountdown to x mas.  Lazy to think. I v anna sleep all day and drink, s moke, w atch netflix with a hot  Spanish chick. F eel her thighs rub into mine.  Devour my biceps, p enetrate her skin. I  be all you need?, pr ovide all your wants and hide your sins. I  don't wanna share you with the world.  My love for you is hard to comprehend.  No one knows you.  No one knows me.  4 what are we.  Nobody really. Spanish or Italian or Danish cream. It doesn't matter. Blind girls are  all I can see. Dancing to money, syphilis is not a disease, HPV is just another sneeze and those scars can easily be hidden with another tattoo. The red snake looks nice up your anus. No payment  is enough to secure your trust.  Father forgive me for I will sin. All my days I have prayed and papa is sick. He has lung cancer and needs money for the operation. I am willing to do anything. Forgive ...

Chapter 20 - Not Me Why must we suffer? I pray to God. Why must I suffer. If ambition is a sin, set me free. If my love for you is a burden for two, let me be. I will kneel and cry and watch tic go bye. Tock goes the weasel. I do not have a car but I have a monster monster cock. Hickory dick dick dickory mock. I've been cursed. Blessed with a handsome face but burned with a hunch that is heavy. I'd love to munch Shirley's pussy. Her father is sick. She says she will work part time on Friday as a waitress. Jesus keep her safe. I confessed to her that I care for her. She never let me kiss her or touch her hand. She is too beautiful to be a nun. I've known her since she was eleven.

Chapter 9. Mea Culpa I will say sorry a million times,  I don't mind.  No cost to great, n o burden to heavy, t he price we pay f or living these days t o find genuine connection. I ntense satisfaction, n ot just the exchange of bodily liquids. T he scent, t he laughter, g od I miss her.