I’m 34 and I have everything going on for me, or so it seems. I have the most beautiful blue eyes one could ever set eyes upon… but who knows how much these eyes have cried before. I’ve seen the Abyss in all its Miroirs and even they dare not take me my sadness is too insurmountable.
I’m perverted too – and I like it. It bothered me – ever since I was a little boy – at how unbothered I am by my perversion. The D*** is the God and I worship at the Altar of C***. Or Kant, when I get depressed. That’s the reason why I always cry in bed, during the Beautiful Act. With my 19 year old Chinese students with lustrous black hair. From the back. And to the front, I love it when my boss – this 57 year old German man – kisses and caress the D***. He almost always swallows, too, God Bless Him.
I don’t really believe in a god. Puii. Gods are for little people with brown skin and amber eyes.
Confession: I’m toying with the Devil of Small Things. I speak in her tongue and now she’s fallen for me. She used to claim how my Evil is impure and that I’m too clingy for her… but I know she has fallen for me…. completely. Hmmmphr. Let her fantasize for a bit… I’ve got other projects on hold now.
