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" He tans into burning while the opening fanfare to " Peaches en Regalia" flows over him, the bugle call for a hippie army that marched at the peak of the American parabola, that moment when physics held its breath to allow levitation, a small reward before the descent. The hippies knew it then, Maggot Boy Johnson thinks; they couldn't build it into words but they could feel it; a floating in the stomach as history shifted direction. They stopped, hey, what's that sound, and knew that the spiny skyscrapers reflected in the river, the chasms of concrete, the wide streets and sidewalks, the power lines cutting into the hills and mountains above missile silos, the highways drawing lines across the blank plains under enormous skies, the pupil of God's eye, would be the ruins that their grandchildren wandered among, the reminders that once there was always water in the faucet, there was electricity all the time, and America was prying off the shackles of its past. The vision opened up to them and winked out again, and those it blinded staggered through their lives unable to see anything else, while the rest of them wondered if they had only dreamed it. "
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" The motor car with its blinds drawn and an air of inscrutable reserve proceeded towards Piccadilly, still gazed at, still ruffling the faces on both sides of the street with the same dark breath of veneration whether for Queen, Prince, or Prime Minister nobody knew. The face itself had been seen only once by three people for a few seconds. Even the sex was now in dispute. But there could be no doubt that greatness was seated within; greatness was passing, hidden, down Bond Street, removed only by a hand's-breadth from ordinary people who might now, for the first and only time, be within speaking distance of the majesty of England, of the enduring symbol of the state which will be known to curious antiquaries, sifting the ruins of time, when London is a grass-grown path and all those hurrying along the pavement this Wednesday morning are but bones with a few wedding rings mixed up in their dust and the gold stoppings of innumerable decayed teeth. The face in the motor car will then be known. "
― Virginia Woolf , Mrs. Dalloway
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" How do is start the process call " JerkOff" ? - Pretty interesting question, I just found how it starts. It comes in your mind dirty stuff, like woman sucks a cock, woman sucks a dick => (then auto it starts), animal porn, woman sucks horse dick, woman sucks giraffe dick... okay I little far went as I can this probably doesn't exist I haven't saw, but watching how man sucks a dick one moment comes when you want to watch lesbians don't you... want???From there is possibility Shemale to be in an lesbian? Is there???Or she doesn't have any sex???In case she looks like a woman and have a dick, woman = woman, dick = man. Pretty interesting!...So let's go back, probably you have chance to see in school some kind a porn, some kind a kisses, which go far and far. But from there you see the boobs, then the feet from boobs it comes in your mind dick between the boobs, for feet comes feetjob. Then blowjob and so on and so on. But stop for a moment!You really don't need jerkoff it ruins everything, think clear if you want read this as much times as possible... "