After earth
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Ongoing19m
Last published Thu, May 22, 2025
Tomorrow I may not be there to celebrate my youth, so let's hit the gas. I sit on a stool outside our house. I still don't own shit. I want to have lived my life fully. Physically, socially, economically and every positive 'ally' there is. I am craving for everything happy, joyful, panic attack(in a good way), for example; getting to heaven and back without dying in the process. I search everywhere so I don't run out of luck. Re-adjusting my calendar for everything boring. I want to go for my record, either doing something good or landing on a bad choice. My sex life has been bad, with emphasis on the 'sex'. Every man needs some warm and welcoming vagina so we don't cum in our pants.
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