Sometimes it’s entropy heat death, but usually, I just fuck it up beyond repair, and put a bullet in my head. Indian sex You’ve been getting so uppity since your last test.”
“Bring it, bitch.” Rachel smirked in an uncharacteristic display of profanity and defiance. If time means nothing to you, can you even be judged by psychological standards? Through the mind-numbingly good sex, my thoughts managed to wander to what Jesus had said: Lucy was in love with me. A single-celled organism! Do you know what kind of depraved shit I’m going to do to her? But…no, I must just be jaded from the corruption in my soul, it can’t be true. I turned around to my newest partner and smiled wickedly. God asked, Because Lucy’s got a whole chest full of whips and chains hidden behind that door-Let’s go back. If time means nothing to you, can you even be judged by psychological standards?
