dimanche 21 septembre 2008 01:51
like a horror film creeping up on its victims in their theatre seats, the alphabets on the screen took their turns forming a backseat vintage thriller in her mind. it could have been a regular saturday night for the boys and girls out there, a perfect saturday night fever frenzy perhaps. and yet, back home, a horror film was taking place on its on, in a R rated kind of tactic.
i was sadly, the victim of this elm street repugnance.
i for once, was chosen to be shared with the great fun of having an online entertainment served right to your doorstep, no no, computer screen. like i mentioned previously, there was something exciting going on. and so it seemed. a young man of eighteen was sexually harassing a close friend of mine, who was years beyond his age. what did he do, well cover your ears if you cannot take a major scurvy down your guts for this young man of eighteen was masturbating over a webcam conversation. i can see it now, people lighting themselves on fire and screaming WTF.
and yes, masturbating, not master-bedding nor mustard bathing, but masturbating.
ouh the brains of the youngsters these days, not like im very old, but im probably an eighty-one living in the null shell of an eighteen, and still shocked at the boldness of a fellow eighteen. the things they do, no longer the classic act of blushing and shying away with their horribly tucked in shirts. instead they whip their guns out in broad midnight and goes to town shooting it away over the internet terrorising old women.
and yes i see it, in the near future, eight-year-olds will be whipping their guns out in orchard road and shooting their mothers with it.
the irony of growing up. our bodies are all too matured for our own good.
