measurements, scaling, weighing

 

To understand what is and what is not.
To understand what you are and what you are not.
To understand why and why not.
To understand what you can do and what you can’t.
To understand how all happens and how things do not.
To understand what is said and what is not.
To understand this place and not.
To understand what to say and not.
To understand what is your place and what is not.
To understand right and wrong and not.
To understand how things work and not.
To understand your potential and not.

A dead bird, a large her on cock

What is a delicious blowjob? What is the eatable enjoyment a moment to fill in so much so that it is the only idea there is to do with me and be done. Is it human? He thinks his penis tastes good? Or is the deliciousness in his mouth in his body the feeling the sensation looking at me sucking.

It is when one suddenly is faced with the fact that one is one mouth, one asshole which can be endlessly fucked, one cunt, one tongue. One gratifying sight into which a man can melt. There is a desire to shove a large hard-on cock, a large hard-on dick, a large hard-on penis, a large hard-on prick, shove it as deep as it goes. It will be the only thing there is, to see me sucking, and shove even further when it does not fit and see my face. Pain is necessary to bring pleasure for the one who causes it. For some to serve is pleasurable. It is a service to open one’s mouth for one purpose only and be seen as slave, a whore.

When act comes to an end I am to swallow, the dream is to swallow a dream, to give head, get down on him, be on one’s knees, let one’s head to be torn apart and be an asshole. It is an act of penetrating a mind which is also a body. Something where mind has stopped to be autonomous and all meat begins, is what is left of her, of me. Mind is in the dirt as it is in leash, the open mouth with which one cannot speak is full of moving penis, full and as open as a mouth can be. Breathing through one’s nostrils is harder till one is not able anymore but suck and lick and take it back. Little death is too little when fulfillment is for the man only. It has to be big one. The more obedient one is the better. Disgust must not show, that you are disgusted for being used like that, that you hate the look on his face. You just take it all in your mouth, the action, movement, size of his, everything. Everything is the demand. Everything is what he wants. Organ you are sucking, the man you are sucking, him you are fulfilling. Do you do what he asks you to because you want to be loved? Do you do it till you gag and almost throw up because he wants to? Are you so eager to please and afraid that this is the all of love there is? To understand the thrill of torture, subjugation which he doesn’t admit is torture because he enjoys it so much. He enjoys to think he knows what he is doing and he is doing what he wants.

Why so open? What is this all about? Why be like a bird to be fed taken by the neck and be used like that? That there will be a reward and love there in the end. I have been a good cat, good bird, good girl, the good in it. Seduction with feathers and a counterpart to fit ending to be his moment.

Dear diary, my hair.

to feel

To feel bad for aa, feel compassionate and say aaa, there there
to feel as a and see as a, how must a feel
to feel unaffected when aa didn’t appear in the morning to have coffee
to feel ignored by a punch of A’s
to feel as if A was not listening, a silent aaaa
to feel like saying aaa and then again aaa and sit down to sigh, to puff

Monster tan

Definition of doing, how small, how much and what. Moving.
Always under surveillance, under looking-glass,
cyclist passing by with a cheer and a hat, peeping non-sleeper enjoying little light through narrow slits, time when everything sounds loud. You breathe like a horn was blown and buffed to call something. Options for solitude and thoughts of all kinds, scales of absurd and trauma to your left shoulder and over, tissue damage visible cut over a cut.

Women who are dirty. Women who between their legs are dirty, they are ashamed and shamed, should be washed. Skin is dirty, armpits smell, hair is clumpy unwashed. Weed of deep-sea traveled to the feet still smelling of that salt and water, of that depth of unknown and scare, swoosh hoist her to look at her in the light. In the of day miss dUMbBum scared eyes in the light diagnosis of day set her.

My body does revolution

Define a nice body, the nicest body, say you have a nice body. Why do we constantly look at our bodies? Bodies of others? Bodies, booties, chests, breasts, hips, thighs, elbows, faces, hair.
Tell me is it your body the one you are in, is it the nicest one you could have? The one you are in, you inhabit, the one you look at, the one you look faults from, compare, torment.
Is it a body you wish you had?
How will you have a body of dreams of this culture of body, such a body?
What kind of body your body is?
How will your body evolve to be the one you’d like? What will you have to do?
What kind of effort does a body need? What does body need? Bodies that have needs or minds who need bodies?
How to enjoy body, why are bodies to be enjoyed firstly? What is the culture of hedonism, vanity and lust that craves nice bodies?

 

porn drawings

Labia minora kissing Venus Impudique

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Vulva is a door. It is a sow and woman riding it. She lifting her skirt with dagger in her hand. Sight chases the demons away. Pit of chastity, of virtue, entry, passage way, vestibule, horns of Uterus, Fallobian tubes, Interforamireum, space between two holes. Genitalis Mueliebris Ambitus. There was a time when female genitalia had no shame. Women didn’t have to be ashamed of their bodies.

Have you traveled much, have you traveled far? Where did you travel? Are you traveled? Where are you now?

I don’t like her
she said she does not like her
I don’t like her either
she said as well she does not like her
I don’t like her
Her too does not like her
They don’t like her
they don’t like her either
There are people who are likable
then there are people who are not
You just have to know something about people