As far as nastya nasty.... me making the decision to push her drunk sister away and kiss her virgin-lipped less attractive self that one late night in 04. If that was some sort of government related stunt hypnotized into me. Then where do I stand straight. Doubt that one though. She was innocently looking and I was innocently thinking I believe that's what it was based on. solely that. not no hypnosis. plus i was drunk so i don't think hypnosis synchronizes with that. And as far as me my drunk...kissing a woman. I've been drunk around plenty of women plenty of times in which the women were drunk themselves yet it didn't cut it. So it begs the further the question why it happen. Other than my self-admiration in prospering kissing love. It's even more odd aside all our intimate moments I COULDNT EVEN GET HARD FANTASIZING ABOUT HER MUCH LESS GET OFF ON IT. On the other hand, this black creature here. I've done that with it being at play. Insult result consult the talkative. And out of my dozens of memories in sentiment the one that strikes me down while simultaneously boasting my ego boosting it out of space is after I said to nastya "I love you" she replied "No pasha, you only love yourself." The irony of suicide before mother's death on that one. Boasts further certainty. Certainly they keep playing with my dick. Like I said my nigga zuckerberg, if you straight and you want to get fucked by the man leme know. Clock is ticking. If you're gay..your money doesn't change all else. Fuck it, kill me today. What else Imma fuck with. As far as me commenting on clock ticking, I was coming back downstairs today as the alarm went off in elevator. The alarming clock elevates. Just about elevates me into heaven. Or alarmingly clocking the elevated one. The video, I wouldn't mind being my last memory if was to morally equalize me fucking the black creature shortly before. If that don't put yours truly as god above god with god knowing in an ungodly way of my godly presence... Oedipus or Narcissus whatever. God I am only in fiction. Chick looking like her. That is god. But as far as math goes 15 2 33 so on so forth ...whatever. I'm down. fucking faggots playing into with my favor as part of ... never the less a coward's a coward. Regardless of how much the passive part adds to morals. Oh well, you know what I got a new take on it. Where as the guy in american beauty ended up kill himself. My american beauty stick around to watch me get killed. That soothes the ego of a romantic sufficiently. What more can I say of my cock being so far efficient ...but playing on or playing in...where that land me with you kayla. My time with you living at my house...it made the time precious. So neither one of us had to be precious there. TIME WAS PRECIOUS AND BOY IS TIME PRECIOUS NOW DUE TO IT'S .... LACKING. MARCY MARC, KAYLA PERRY, I LOVE YOU TWO. I'D HOPE STATEMENT HOLDS SOME POSITIVE SENTIMENT IN YOUR HEARTS WHEN I'M GONE.