98070 2:12 But these, as natural brute beasts, made to be taken and
98071 destroyed, speak evil of the things that they understand not; and
98072 shall utterly perish in their own corruption; 2:13 And shall receive
98073 the reward of unrighteousness, as they that count it pleasure to riot
98074 in the day time. Spots they are and blemishes, sporting themselves
98075 with their own deceivings while they feast with you; 2:14 Having eyes
98076 full of adultery, and that cannot cease from sin; beguiling unstable
98077 souls: an heart they have exercised with covetous practices; cursed
98078 children: 2:15 Which have forsaken the right way, and are gone astray,
98079 following the way of Balaam the son of Bosor, who loved the wages of
98080 unrighteousness; 2:16 But was rebuked for his iniquity: the dumb ass
98081 speaking with man's voice forbad the madness of the prophet.
I got the brain-fuck cope of a schizo vet.
I got the state school try, no respect.
I got the let-the-world-burn of a laughing monk.
I got the fuck the poor of an elitist punk.
I got the self-respect, satisfaction of a smug bell-boy.
I got the put-away, done, of a "played with that toy."
I got the facts of life of a rich man's wife.
I got the snowflake kiss of a jacking-knife.
I got the Sisyphus virtue of a Frenchie chef.
I got the hairy-leg stank of a hottie meuf.
I got the dynamic forte of a systems pro.
I got the buzzing hum of a drum's neon glow.
I got the naughty Moses grim of a feather in my cap.
I got the wandering in life and no need of a map.
I got the pure hearted devotion of the shepherd king.
I got the lion flaming stare of a zero ring.
I got the crushed spirit wince of a blackened sheep.
I got the advertisement of a perverted creep.
I got the tourist itch of a cloistered nun.
I got the no money riche but I sure had fun.
I got the stomach ache nausea of a sweet nothing prince.
I got the good advice of a words never mince.
I got the steel-hearted pageantry of a Roman emperor.
I got the superstitious snear of a more contemporer.
I got the practiced sword of Mudville, known caliber.
I got the knot in stomach wrench of the child Oliver.
I got the Superman focus of a Paulian principal.
I got the no bazooka tilt of a tape-wormed crucible.
I got the don't-stand-so-close of an Irish hermitage.
I got the God-too-verbose of an gold stingy midge.
I got the ASCII last war of a Jap doctor.
I got the solemn piety of a psycho-shocker.
I got the IRA wrath of a God-meek Earth.
I got the polygon bath of a she-virgin birth.
I got the Christ surfering of a cross-eyed bum.
I got the welfare pride of a man well hung.
I got the out-done-in-generosity of a kidney doner.
I got the why-your-precocity of an Amadeus toner.
I got the not-invented-here of a vinegar squirting rocket.
I got the one-page resume of a digital-nomad docket.
I got the Lucy football of the Four Horsemen five.
I got the Pink Floyd dead pool of an uncaloused pride.
I got the Dianna gang bang of a pretender chump.
I got the Amy quickie of a desolate dump.*
* I discovered Dianna Cowern, Physics Girl, about April 2017.
Emailed her 6 months. Realized I was competing with young
studs. Made vow to God she was wife. Sent porn. God said
must share Dianna and spoke like it was a thing. As a fine
Irish Catholic, I assumed I'd be faithful. After time as a cuckold
with no sex, got brave and cheated with Amy (sent her porn). LOL.
Came back to Dianna. Still no sex from Dianna, now, I think of
women with the fidelity of a king with mandate to spread seed, LOL.