Couple days ago, I came across an accident that had just happened. Motorcycle crumpled in the intersection and a young dude crumpled and broken about thirty feet away. Two cops standing over the body, waiting for the emergency vehicles to show up. I had to drive on. I was overwhelmed by sadness. Poor guy. Riding down the road one minute, life snuffed out the next. My mind wandered to his family, his friends, the randomness of the whole thing. So, so sad.
Later that night, I clicked on to CDG and watched my favorite video, of a hot dude having his ears sliced off, his throat cut, and his belly ripped open and his guts pulled out. My rod shot buckets. Then I watched some beheadings, handsome men, sexy necks, and huge spurts of hot blood. More thick creamy splooge. No thought of family here. Just a happy dick.
Strange dichotomy. Depressing sadness. Sexual ecstasy. So weird.
Later that night, I clicked on to CDG and watched my favorite video, of a hot dude having his ears sliced off, his throat cut, and his belly ripped open and his guts pulled out. My rod shot buckets. Then I watched some beheadings, handsome men, sexy necks, and huge spurts of hot blood. More thick creamy splooge. No thought of family here. Just a happy dick.
Strange dichotomy. Depressing sadness. Sexual ecstasy. So weird.