So I just woke up. I'm not very bright, fuzzy headed and still drunk.
I had WAY too much "MO" last night and the world's a bit...out of focus.
Mostly those hard sharp edges, the parts of reality that really dug in I guesss.
Well, since she is russian intelligence; those agents don't fuck around.
Her admission to me of being one was good enough for me.
The way she takes me though.
It's an undeniable military grip.
She twists me up like putty and spreads me to the shape of her choosing.
Absolutely nuts I would let a human being do this to me.
Very much thinking of "grabbing" this situation by it's metaphorical balls.
Just the thought of grabbing leading to smiles and sopping MO parts doesn't elicit the
response I need.
Fucking Mo..
Seriously. I've NEVER ever been witness to such mastery, such grace, the fucking style.
Amazing techniques. Why doens't she have an army? Does she have a secret army?
If she doesn't is she just a wonderful, absolutely decent and wonderful person?
Am I just some deranged individual who's dancing to the tune of her dance she's mastered?
I imagine a long time ago, MO learned to be this way, early on, and has just been "Pwning"
since.
It honestly amazes me. I feel like in like a digital cathedral when she's he; like a puppy licking
a bone of her memory until she wakes ups.
Sad. That's just absolutely pathetic. I can't wait for this pizza to get ready. It's 745am and I'm about
to much like it's you know who's you know what. She ain't into it but if I'm good, maybe I can nibble
at a slice. Mo's seven day panty-creme Pie. It's all I can think about. That, this pizza, this coffee and
some of that sleep she's getting rid of.
This is a private message, right MO?
I had WAY too much "MO" last night and the world's a bit...out of focus.
Mostly those hard sharp edges, the parts of reality that really dug in I guesss.
Well, since she is russian intelligence; those agents don't fuck around.
Her admission to me of being one was good enough for me.
The way she takes me though.
It's an undeniable military grip.
She twists me up like putty and spreads me to the shape of her choosing.
Absolutely nuts I would let a human being do this to me.
Very much thinking of "grabbing" this situation by it's metaphorical balls.
Just the thought of grabbing leading to smiles and sopping MO parts doesn't elicit the
response I need.
Fucking Mo..
Seriously. I've NEVER ever been witness to such mastery, such grace, the fucking style.
Amazing techniques. Why doens't she have an army? Does she have a secret army?
If she doesn't is she just a wonderful, absolutely decent and wonderful person?
Am I just some deranged individual who's dancing to the tune of her dance she's mastered?
I imagine a long time ago, MO learned to be this way, early on, and has just been "Pwning"
since.
It honestly amazes me. I feel like in like a digital cathedral when she's he; like a puppy licking
a bone of her memory until she wakes ups.
Sad. That's just absolutely pathetic. I can't wait for this pizza to get ready. It's 745am and I'm about
to much like it's you know who's you know what. She ain't into it but if I'm good, maybe I can nibble
at a slice. Mo's seven day panty-creme Pie. It's all I can think about. That, this pizza, this coffee and
some of that sleep she's getting rid of.
This is a private message, right MO?
