I am being scientifically raped, there's an gamine intel voyuer who til he get's his anathema offed, rubs my chin with this sensory beam of an light, on my most sensitive placebo of my embodimentive, fuck the wonder and the land tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I am facing my mother since all of this has been an evolve, much lesser, to an complementive of abhor. I am tired of rubbing my chin , the feeling is them the cultivation of an identity lesser than, lesser than, the second reply is for as an representative , the entire schematic is pulpusion of decay, not decadence, there is not one thing this earth sweet about splinters, she think's I am against her, though it is not I, in the novice regard's to a feeling thus be it frustration of why, did I awake today, on a Sunday wounded in fece's, no one other has lifestyles this way's, well some succomb as this when they have orgasmed, being that this, that, worldly other is just too much of an orchestral, not