It's like something snaps in you -- a nerve ending, a thought, a sadness. Your face in the mirror is suddenly clean of the leer that had distorted it for god knows how long.
Physique
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It's like something snaps in you -- a nerve ending, a thought, a sadness. Your face in the mirror is suddenly clean of the leer that had distorted it for god knows how long.
It's like something snaps in you -- a nerve ending, a thought, a sadness. Your face in the mirror is suddenly clean of the leer that had distorted it. For god knows how long...
Hey! It took a minor neurological miracle to get your face to this point!
It's too late. Like an image on film, The Expression belongs to your primary motor cortex. It would take a minor neurological miracle for you to cease producing it.
Just like that it's over -- the running gag that your life had become. A sad old man looks back at you.
With all the synapses you extinguished, it's a miracle you can even think this sentence. You've interrupted a true act of self-annulment here.
No, she's not! Reassert yourself by being flirtatious.
The best cure for a headache is, of course, morphine. They won't have that, so cigarettes will have to do.
Oh my, there's something on the belt... a familiar word that speaks to the thirst within you.
Miss Oranje? Now there is something you should linger on.
Below her silvery jumpsuit -- an athletic young body. Built long and lean...
Brother, blast a ziggy now! Press that pleasure button, let the pain recede!
She's not angry, but it's true: she's gonna have to find some more Preptide now.
It's almost imperceptible in the cold wind, but the blood vessels on her cheeks and neck dilate.
And risk fleshly contact with this old crone? Spare yourself!
Yum yum. It's not a shack nor a room nor a lodging -- it's a spiral staircase disappearing into bliss. Empty bottles on the floor, maybe some baggies...