You know I think I should wonder what that look was for. Come hither…is it the same one…the one I saw…the one that made me indeed heed that call? I mean was it? Is it like something deep down like the thing inside me? I'm just fucking wondering. I don’t want to be a fool. I think maybe I am just a little too in danger of that.
And maybe I would just be a little bit more fucking dangerous than Ken Shamrock on a bath salt and anal bead binge now. Maybe. I never know. But I do know If I put all my eggs in a basket I don’t want to come back and find them boiled and colored.
If you know what that stands for…then you know too fucking much about me and you should get out more. I told you we might be in for some feelings this time.
Maybe I lied.
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