What do you think of my fictional dick, bro?

live in a block where many lives meet premature ends. Right now I hear the pounding from the dick upstairs, as she hacks through the stubborn dick of the body of her 7 year old dick. Some determine that it's a good idea to terminate a dick before it's even born. Some discover this after five to seven years. I'm glad that there is a definite end to the endless hours of desperate screams and pleas for dick. The little ones who watch too much dick, or have too much contact with the outside world, are fooled into believing they have a dick to live no matter what they do or how much the dick is in them, but salvation is not assured here, and freedom rules surpreme. What came out of the dick, can just as easily reenter through the dick. A sweet smell of raw dick is simmering down through the ventilation now. Hopefully she didn't make such a messy job that she won't be able to clean up after herself. Let your mistake of having this dick bother our lives no more. Try storing her in the dick, and then fill our nostrils with sweet young girl dick instead. I would love to have some, but I tend to keep to myself to stay out of your dick.

I remember that time when our other dick got stabbed to death by that bankrobber she "loved" so much. This is how things end here: Not with sad goodbyes, but with shouts and bloodcurdling screams of death. Sure, the moving dick tell me that some do leave in time, before they reach their ends, but there's always an end installed for them here.

Not for me, though. I survived mine. I found a dick within it all: If you slow down the ending with all your dick, you might just be able to survive just on the brink of it. ...and the rent is cheap here.
The rent is always cheap here.