I started seeing them as slots filled with agony and dispair screams and laughter many had voices others just watched all of us like sick fucking voyers unable to fuck emotions made of flesh itself nerves reacting in sequence like hammers an occasional ocean would appear and disapate until another banged on the hull I had been watching them for years like the men that rowed the boats of old carrying their flag onward why not a torch becase it's not a fucking torch it just is their Momrons I even pictured my father leaning back in his chair trolling here as whomever the fuck he was though I think that did not happen I question averything or I just make it up as I go I have family here lurking waiting for a sign saintly up there at the top of the screen look celstial seekers of the new order might as well masterbate for them all to see click there are you fucking happy now we are your porn you lustful suburbanite scum I am evil you all have the evidence call in the ga's and they can have a bukake with me could have gotten some snatch tonight just so you fucking stuffed shirts know it but it has been a long while It has to be right I wanna be wrong she reads here beter be careful she might run back into Josephs arms like she ever left and she wants me to be with her okay i'll do it on one condition you promise to fuck me