I am already a monster and maybe soon to become a God. I prefer being a monster but I can't make anymore money off of it since the police closed me down for fucking chickens and biting their heads off.
"Watch and Punish, I did not come here to be happy."
I think you're making your point clearer with every post.
If you become a god, don't forget to write.
At this point, I honestly don't know whether to take the bestiality literally or not.
yeah when most people think of bestiality they think of mammals but then poultry is more of a challenge then there are reptiles if you can have sex with a reptile then you don't really have to prove your manhood in any other way in the Czech Republic they actually have (or had) a pro-zoophilia political party lots of countries are much more democratic than the US
More democratic for everyone except the chickens, I suppose.
also by experimenting with other species you can give better sex to human females...and in Germany they have a political party specifically for anti-social alcoholics the discourse of the head of the party is very enlightening;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fS6ZhKv-E4E
Human females, here I come!
when you've actually been an "agent de surveillance" it takes on another meaning......and the question is why didn't Foucault turn his analytic method upon the hedonistic culture of American students? He obviously understood that pleasure can be a much better instrument for ordering and regimenting people than pain.....and why haven't more of these people read Rimbaud's letters? Then they'd understand. If you want to become some sort of "visionary poet" or "poetic visionary" or whatever you'll have to do something to yourself that will permanently sever your ties to conventional society and this is something that can't be undone so what will you do then? I don't think that many MFAs have what it takes to become arms traffickers in Africa. And I did not introduce myself as a man of wealth and taste But I do remember on I think it was the fourteenth day of the month of Nisan, in a white cloak with blood-red lining, with the shuffling gait of a cavalryman Pontious Pilate came out to the covered colonade between the two wings of the palace of Herod the Great procurator of Judea. For some reason there was a nauseating smell of rose oil in the air. Yes, more than anything I remember that smell. Still makes me sick just to think of it.
@Jose." Don't forget to write." Okay.
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omg, I laughed so hard at this.
I hope it's not a terrible disappointment after the lengths you went to, but you didn't have to look to bestiality to improve your human female sex skills. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyViuXFyIE4
