Little turtle shell, he kind of smells, like a wet pussy, nice, heated, like the back of your PS4, do you have to go smell it? Yeah, I might, just for the taste, of a dream, a long, drawn out, well planned, executed dream, to conquer ice queens, I bet she’s quite mean, I’ll tame her, take it all out of her, her blood, her vitality, her soul, bow to me, let me love you, would you know what to say to me? To the devil, he’ll make her, anyways, it would be obscene, let’s keep this PG-13, try to be better, don’t be so salty, love her, I might go fishing, for that girl, I think she wants to eat flesh, is that why I’m seeing her? Maybe its because she needs you, would you leave her, to other wolves? Never, I’d bleed for her, anyways, you and the thirteen thousand beaches you’re thinking about, one day...

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I’ll consume it all.