Always amazed by how obsessed about race Americans are. From segregation to even the bloody p***. Bizarre.
My nine year old son asked for my used pa+nties, and he wore them to school. I had been with a bo+yfriend that afternoon and my pant+ies were delicate see-through lilac fabric. When my son had put them on, he went to school with an er+ect+ion like he had a log in his pants. When he comes home, I’ll give him a ‘completion mass+age.’
I will rip your scary, plastic halloween mask off, to reveal frightened wimp of a man, as I extract your soul and you become a costume blowing in the wind.
Demon Kane
