Crywank - Song For A Guilty Sadist
And from my own submissive pleasure I want to do just as you wish,
But I slap your face too lightly when you ask me to make fists.
Kiss me softly do not bite, we can explore like naughty kids.
You say you’re bored, want dominating, and I just stare and flinch.
me leaving parties
ads for pads these days are all about how thin and discreet pads are and how no one will ever be tell you’re wearing them wELL HOW ABOUT YOU MAKE THE PACKAGING QUIETER BECAUSE THERE’S NO FUCKING POINT IN HAVING A THIN DISCREET PAD…
Totally unrelated, one time I was walking around my yard and I turn the corner and lock eyes with my sister’s cat, mid-poop. It was pooping and it got so embarrassed she stopped, ran away and then hissed at me for the following three days. I’m not sure how natural that is but it happened and I’m sorry.
Welcome to the scary new world of mining in Scott Walker’s Wisconsin.
These so called “Eco Terrorists” that these guards are protecting the mining site from are a group of Native American people who have established a harvest camp, their right under the treaties, near the site of the proposed mine. More information on that here.
The mine and the Wisconsin government, including Gov. Scott Walker, are trying to paint these Native people as terrorists, I don’t know about you but a guy with a semi-automatic rifle is more terrifying to me than a bunch of Ojibwe kids out picking berries, and elders gathering medicines and wild veggies, herbs.
William Blake, The House of Death 1795,1805