Fruit of my loins...

Tim Lee's Wednesday

Here I am, In the bladder of the beast waiting with baited breath to be expunged into the piss trough that is UWM. I am a stranger with candy in a strange land. A man I have never seen before is my tour guide on this hellish journey - key words like "sheath, plasticity, and synapse" Rock climbing Erection Amputee Shedding limbs. Axons expelling buckets of semen. 3 or 4 kids - 1 or 2 bedrooms. Somebody's fucking. Unwanted side effects? You dirty bald circus jester. Vacating your bowels, through your mouth. Pumping your blog? What kind of teach raper are you? Answer: A bad one. A mind leper humping an injured, synchronized swimmer into sex-submission.

Girl enters. I can only wonder what kind of underpants she is wearing under her - DOPAMINE -  sweatpants proclaiming where she loves gang bangs...UWM. Release of dopamine? More like the release of a sexual TIger Panther sent to maul your vagina-face. Treat it like raw hamburger.

Second page brain scanner? Kinky sexual innuendo referring to my scrotum painting your naked body in delicious shades of white, off-white, cream, yellow, and brown. Man proclaims "INJECTION" Inject me while I inject you. Left turning Rat circles googling optogenetics up my lighchanneling sphincter. Inbalanced Dopa-anus spiraling out of control like a fiery Arby's curly fry cork screwing a crack fiend under a bridge whilst he devours an Elk penis sausage vendor's excrement in a freshly toasted baguette smothered in cum-mayonnaise. No Dopamine!? Never fear I'll butt fuck your face till it swells into a vague ass-shaped mass then reverse blowjob your urethra till your penis inside-out blooms like an Outback™ onion.

Drugs can lead to coitus...with the opposite same sex. resembling a down syndrome Gary Busey high on rape-drugs smooth muscling his way into your empty vessels.

Tendon attacking boners. Individual fibrous beings spew protein bundle filaments. Contraction caused by sliding friction. Cure: Astroglide. Fucking a dry vagine is this guy's forte. Much like Masturbating with a belt sander while Helen Keller pours lemon juice on your open wounds. Bottling your screams is like a sick and twisted Mike + Sully. This realistic truth that is Monsters Inc. Find solace that your sick sadomasochist fetish will power future generations of turd spawn to blossom into finely tuned walking Flesh Lights for the masses (I prefer asian anus).

Breast Muscles. Exercise them into my mouth. Turkey, chicken, who the fuck cares. Both have fuckable assholes. May their beaks treat my unit like an A-pillar being sliced by the jaws of life. To save my wretched soul from the burning car wreck that is the reality of this penisman's mindfuck. Musclefucking me like a transient rapist. "Herky Jerky" he proclaims, as I tighten the noose. Together we quiver as we climax in unison. Date rape cocktails. You sly minx. I'll only ingest it with my Ass.

In the way of a true warrior poet.
Class dismissed.