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A stream of so-called conciousness...
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So perdida wanted another smutty diary.
Hey, it's friday night. I'm home. Alone. Well, with some IRC folks, who are flat characters (no offence guys). Nothing very smutty there. Thought about writing a romantic encounter between osm's two fantasy women but hey, this is a Christian (*cough*) site... ;-p You'll just have to imagine it. For yourselves. Like the airbrushing, dude!
But they were your filthy pictures said
the patient to the psychiatrist, after a Rohrshach test. |