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I can't write like that.
Saw a picture today and thought, "senri would appreciate this".
Not that I even know who, or what, he... 'It', is.
Them flowing metaphors though.
He makes a lot of sense once you get used to the accent. His flesh is of the old blood marinating with the juices of the ancient ones. Let that knowledge grip you, succumb to the ecstacy, yes, yesss, you are assimilating. Let it caress your innermost places of senriism. Just remember to wear a turtleneck sweater if you ever have a sleepover... = )
As the heavens proposed a ring to symbolize marriage as if it rained it's burning angelic love on each of us. A boxer's ring wraps much more than a finger, but his whole body, welcoming the masochist flaming desire, like on ant crawling a wide erect latina nipple, like one grain of salt spreading melting across a thirsty pup's tongue. For when you shadow box in anticipation for your next session the ropes conjoin you with a new lover it births, it borderlines divine self fellatio.
Canelo accepts the black holes^
Senri is marinating in all of our juices, we are marinating in all of his. This means that all of our juices will eventually become the same, and with that all of our beings will come together as one. And if we are all one, then peace can thrive inside of us all. We, as humanity, can indeed thrive inside of each other.
Sir senri taught me how to read good. Now I can really make use of Google!