Fumigate, expunge, sterilize! These lines now host a contagion. Ok, maybe just a hazard of memories.
Well, be free to experiment fellow inhabitants of Downelink, OkCupid, Planet Romeo (hello planeteers!) and their rainbow networks.
1. Hola Steve! If your tongue is a top, then my left ear volunteers to bottom. Here, trace the infinite constellations for as long as the tickled skin will allow.
2. Picture me: standing. I ask you again, an F or a Fuck? Your choice. You failed to discuss the epistemology of quarks and how its observation could have averted Kris's breakdown during Cory's wake. Painful. Well? Tick tock. I'll give you a safe exit, another F. For friends?
3. You talk too much Sam. SHUT UP. Spread your legs. You still look tight. Now, I need good lubbin, open your mouth, boy. Oh yeah? Warm and moist? Just how I want it. You're wet too, baby? Ready for my Chocnut Souffle?
4. Yes Whiz, you will die a thousand splendid deaths with me. I promise. Here's a noose, a stake, and a knife. Choose. But before you bleed for me, let's begin as friends. It's safe and as pretty as you are. Well?
5. Valentine, I blame you. The sight of you in that salmon shirt against your skin is beginning to be what I crave to see. Your fault. Why do you have to be addicting. Friends? Thanks.
6. SURVEY: Do you own any tattoo? Discuss. 10 points for an exposition of its existential meaning in the light your limited integumentary space. 5 additional points if you can relate that to Borat or Coldplay's Yellow.
7. Back to sanity, I hope this is not just a lucid interval. Beware, insanity can be addicting. Friends?
8. Obsession is a dangerous state of mind. Yes? Ergo, let's trade some obsessions and see what darkness each of us possesses. Scary but fun, eh?
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