Disposable dystopia.
I live in the same world as all of you. Some kind of service oriented robotic dystopia where we disregard people just as easily as we disregard junk email. Everything seems to be a service now. No one talks to anyone as if they're friends anymore. From getting your car fixed, to buying a new computer, there’s always someone there with a big smile on their face ready to sell you some real estate or cheat you out of some money with three card monte. I think I’m talking about a consumer nation.
Anyway, finally picked up the cousin to fuck. And it was glorious. That pussy is so good, I'm willing to put up with so much shit to get at it.
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