WHAT GOT INFESTED
The evidence of the senses, what's all
that? From, say, my own perspective,
kisses, breasts, lips - all I really care
about. On the other hand, every gay
weatherman who ever existed seems
again to have (thankfully) mis-forecast
another 'dangerous' storm. They're all
so full of shit. They titillate by broadcasting
for others their own fluffy nervousness.
What do thy care about? Evidently their
silken undies and tomorrow's entertainment
news. Get me a real guy first, OK, and then
we'll talk. The problem, however, persists -
all the enslaved in the greater land before
me willingly believe all this crud. Why
shouldn't they? Look what it's brought.
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