Dark mind, sadistic man, pleasure.

Softly, our lips meet. As I'm laying on the bed, with the man of my dreams, all sorts of thoughts run through my head: is this right? Am I that cheap? What if anyone finds out? I sigh, deep in my mind, because my lips are captured by that man, that, that horrible man. I try to squiggle my way out of the man's strong, muscular, but yet warm arms, but to no avail. I scream for help in my mind, because the man still keeps my lips in unwanted bondage. His big, brown eyes are fixated into my small, light blue eyes. What can I do? He is strong...savage...the man of my dreams. I must be out of my mind, loving a guy like that. From the corner of my eye I can see that his right hand is now trying to reach for something. "What is that?" I ask in my mind. No sooner than that something shiny whizzes rapidly past my eyes. "Hand cuffs!" I exclaim in my mind. Hand cuffs! "No, no, mister, no! Don't tie me up, don't! Someone, help! Please!" Tears start running from my eyes, as this Neanderthal man holds my arms and cuffs them to the posts of the bed. My mouth is now free, but I cannot scream. My tongue has frozen, but my legs have not. With my foot I kick the man: that was a fatal mistake. "You are going to pay for that, bitch!" he says, with a sadistic tone in his voice. I cannot speak, still I cannot, though I want it so badly...but then: "I want to be punished. I kicked you. Punish me!" Those words, that just came from my mouth, turn his sadistic smile into sadistic laughter. What kind of man is he...I still love him. I love you, I whisper, as the man whips and and strokes my hard cock simultaneously...I don't know if he heard those words...it doesn't matter.

So I walking down the street, shooting people that I meet, fully loaded tommy gun. I was a phedophile, which means I rape babies while dressed as Santa Claus. So there I was, giving my presents to the kids at the local daycare center, when I saw some fucking cunt bitch changing a as of yet still unraped baby's shit encrusted diaper. I killed the fucking bitch with my bare hands, pummeling in her face like one would pummel the ass of a dead reindeer. I was then entranced by the scent and color of the diaper. So entranced was I that I started smearing the fresh shit all over my face while I punched the baby in the face until it died. Screaming "Penis! Penis mother fuckers, do you suck it!?" I set off a bomb that blew up the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City. The pigs never suspected me, because who would fucking suspect Santa Claus? Communists maybe, but not fucking pigs. Pigs are for fucking dinner, and that's just all there is to that. So there I was, caked in baby guts, rubbing a shit stained diaper on my face while jacking off to pictures of Martha Stewart, and here I am now, on . What's your story?

The word pirahna, is all I can think of that rhymes with marijuana

Marijuana MUST be legalized.