What I can see I don't fear

What I can see I don't fear. What I can't see, I might fear. Fear of the unknown is devilish. Evil triggers mass hysteria. Evil is not asymitrical to good. It is what it is, resides where it chooses. God versus Satan. I push boundaries with Satan and cover my ass with God. Its rational

When I put on my leather, oil up, and tear it up with my other leather buds I choose Satan and I worship him and offer him my body. I am mentally ready to take what comes: piss, spit, bondage, humiliation, barebacking.

I thrive, my buds thrive on muscle, roids, and sexual fantasy. B&D, submission to a power greater than myself is a total turn-on especially if the object is a large freaky male. He doesn't have to be ripped, but he has to be big and have a commanding presence. Here is the kernel, the truth that men like me, who control want to be controlled themselves. Tied up, forced to lick pits, suck nipples, work a big dick and balls and slurp butt hole. Under the threat of pain, possibly under the influence, the scene doesn't leave much choice. Do as you are told or you will be beaten. Please beat me Master SIR. WHAM, WHAM , WHAM - darkness.

I sometimes feel a strange presence in my room at night. As though the room were aspirating, slow breaths, seductive breaths offering me an invitation. I know the dark spirit. I welcome him, I spread my legs my fuck hole opened wide. Halucenating? More like aware. I feel him take me, rip into my body, and sperm me with a charged load. I wanted that load. I will always want charged load. Now its time for him to feltch and feed me.

I am a homosexual and a man. I don't need meth to take me where I naturally want to go. HAIL Fredonia.

The Old Lady

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Because of her excessive curiosity, an old lady fell out of the window and smashed into the ground.

Another old lady looked out of the window, staring down at the one who was smashed, but out of her excessive curiosity she also fell out of the window and smashed into the ground.

Then the third old lady fell out of the window, then the fourth did, then the fifth.

When the sixth old lady fell out of the window, I got bored watching them and went to Maltsev market where, they say, someone gave a woven shawl to a blind.

Notes on a play

Ten people walk onto the stage wearing the masks of Hu Jintao,François Hollande, Vladimir Putin, David Cameron, Barack Obama, Juan Manuel Santos, Angela Merkel, Pranab Mukherjee, Aníbal Cavaco Silva, Jacob Zuma each humming or singing their respective national anthem and marching about the stage. A man wearing a balaclava grasping a giant net, he proceeds to chase them. They all run about falling over each other, singing and humming the anthems quicker and quicker as the chase intensifies. In the end the masked assailant corners his victims and nets them. Now screaming and rolling around on the floor the leaders begin to scream and cry, all except for Pranab Mukherjee. He produces scissors and cuts himself a hole and climbs to freedom.