Howling. Screaming. "Nomads of doom beneath a sepia shadow, conjugating flesh." A toll of bells rung, as I whispered a new line to a soon play script. I masturbated with my thoughts. As my cock's prowess baulked with its temper of heat, my eyes rolled back. Often titillated in fields of dreams while inhaling the opium that I'm so fond of, with arousing sexual amnesia spinning in my head.
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