It has been reasoned that in the transportraiture of portraiture, you will come across the path of those who recognize the futility of truth. And you will affirm Him by the axe that He wields.
The Dragon Master is one of such frontiersman.
An Alex Jones Catholic Love Conspiracy
I once dated a girl who believed Catholics were a Roman Jesuit Satanic conspiracy.
She didn't know my family was Catholic. This didn't really bother me because I never did my first communion, nor did I ever go to Catechism. Therefore, I was safe from her persecution.
Besides, I was in love, and she looked good in a bikini. My heart was hers, and my cock was her bloodmeal.
Nowadays, I don't believe in romantic love anymore, for reasons that will remain left to the imagination.
If you see Alex Jones, tell him Beelzebub's a motherfucker.
Capital Punishment
I wasn't particularly tickled pink with the proposal given to me.
Frankly, I wasn't into feet fucking. But after having been shown the heights of what was physically possible that fateful Groundhog's Day afternoon, certain ethicalities of mine were being condemned to death.
The capital punishment of our preconceived notions is the mark of an ever-evolving individual.
Marveling Aloft Frenzied Spasms
She asked me if she could watch me orgasm, and I agreed.
As my cock reached its peak and spasmed, I could see her glare transfixed and eager for its reward.
She studied every spurt and testicular twitch, and later smiled as I lay there, looking back at her.
Desire
You ask me in what way am I sinister?
Let me ask YOU, "In what way is desire like an incubus who comes during the night to pry your mouth open and slide its ectoplasmic fingers inside?"
I can show you.