You are tricky, tricky bitches. You conflict very much with my sound logic. You provide me with a consistent level of muted torture because you are never satisfied. I have decided you are of zero worth to me anymore. You turn me into a bumbling moron. Truth be told, you insult my intelligence. I am far too important slash busy to deal with your frivolity. I am done with you.
Thighs clenched tightly,