Wednesday, August 17, 2011
HNT: HAND OFF
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my right hand is my best friend...
wait, hold on....woah, whoa, relax, breathe in...okay, let's start again, i'm ready
as trent teaches us all, the arm of god will break through from the clouds and push us down, hold us down, keep us down from our own break-throughs. this seems right, but none of this will matter when [INSERT COUNTRY HERE] takes over. we must learn to embrace the hand that cums for us, whether it comes to give us a hand-out, some food, or to stroke us off, a gentlewoman of the night is the correct parlance i believe. it's all good, it's all gravy, it doesn't matter in the end. you're screwed from the start, so why not polish those screws to make them the most pleasurable, head-banging-against-the-headboard screws of your life? shiny things, i turn my head for shiny things. i guess what i'm trying to say is that when i type, i live. when i type, it's proof that i'm still breathing, with the hand of God Himself holding my head down, touching my hair, my awesome, silky smooth, shampooed-and-conditioned hair...what better position to be in all the time than that, huh?