Arm your fists with smashed bottles. Aim at the patriarchal portraits.Repacked s*x keeps your interest as we were living f**k machines. Nothing falls early or too late. a*sault your pity. The revolted eye is closed. Her skin faints while this is your imagination of "lust". His language did not make us any wiser. Lift your eyes. Look trough new gla*ses. Get right-s*x is not for sale.