Erotic-existential suffocation

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The "unbreakable" celibate alabaster falls to the ground,

shattering into a thousand pieces.

In your hands you now carry the shards.

This is the extreme suffocation.

It presents itself as consuming, slow.

It is present in the sweat that slowly runs down your face.

Don't read Battaile so you don't put your buttocks in a bowl of cold milk.

It is delight!

What delight?!

What fun is there in an existence that only suffocates you?

Because I know very well that you cry!

You cry while the other infernals piss, cum, piss, cum, piss, cum, piss, cum, piss, cum...

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