Sex has been for over a year the way I spread myself allover the world. I broadcast no by spreading my arms, but my making them separate their legs. It might be I'm not sleeping well, enough to lose any major concern over the own privacy. Since statistical experimental data was put to the test and information took the shape of a story whose way of telling can be modified in order to produce certain effects or determined forms of exhaustion, all became simultaneous believable and unbelievable. So, I can speak. I will tell my story.
A hint of cock to save the world
at least I have aesthetics to cope what do you got?
at least I have food to cope what do you got?
at least I have news to cope what do you got?
at least I have comics to cope what do you got?
at least I have music to cope what do you got?
at least I have tv to cope what do you got?
