Papillion, I hate you. I just spent the last three hours watching those amazing breast appear, and disappear, and appear, and disappear over and over and over again. I marvel at how they, every time, seem to grow larger as they find release from their captivity.
The only way I was able to write this note, confessing that I despise you for this, is that I can still see them just above this note as I type it. Now, how long will it be before I can click "post quick reply"? I think they will go absent from the screen if I do, so I can't, but I can't just keep sitting here, I have to poo, but I can't click, I will take my laptop to the bathroom, aaahhhh, now back to the chair. Shit, I gotta do it, but I just can't, they are spectacular. What is a man to do. Look at them, My mouth waters, my hands fidget, but no bone in my pants because this is pure art, not sex, art. I want to play with the art so then the tall tree can grow and I can moisten the mound before I plant a few seeds . . .
still here, damnit, I am going to click
