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Monday, January 19, 2004
Sexaholics Anonymous
Please, report Mitch to Sexaholics Anonymous. Being still a virgin, this man is being brought to sexual deprevation by the frustrating lack of things but himself.
That is all.
[Translation: Mitch feels sexy. Enough said enough gone into it, I think.]
My next post will be about UFOs. (No one better ruin it, either, that knows what that means--for it shall be a fun post indeed.)
Mitch is going to sleep soon. Ah. Bed. Nice comfortable sleek and sexy, perfect for a Mitch to habitualize and proclivitize in. Ah yes indeed. The grandeur of a sexy beast a bed is, the shaper of it all.
I feel like I could scream sex out to the world loudly. But I'll do it here instead.
Sex sex sex.
Yes, I can see those innocencial forms clattering away--it's like the slaughtering of the lambs, clarice. It won't stop.
Make it sstop clarice. Make it stop.
Please stay don't leve stay a while don't leave don't please leave stay.
They're coming back clarice, the lambs or coming back.
How amatory. How veritably designated.
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