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Bor I didn't know you were a heroin addict my bad I guess you pretty jacked for an addict.
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The super-animal. The beast in us wants to be lied to; morality is a white lie, to keep it from tearing us apart. Without the errors inherent in the postulates of morality, man would have remained an animal. But as it is he has taken himself to be something higher and has imposed stricter laws upon himself. He therefore has a hatred of those stages of man that remain closer to the animal state, which explains why the slave used to be disdained as a nonhuman, a thing.
Nietzsche, "Human, All Too Human", Translation by Helen Zimmern Published 1909-1913
Nietzsche, "Human, All Too Human", Translation by Helen Zimmern Published 1909-1913
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"The Climax"
An engine roared. A garage door rose, revealing the head of a sleek and dashingly violent Cutlas. It purred as it entered the city street.
Burko was his name and he was pounding the gearbox as if his life depended on him being precise and violent. But for what purpose?
Something drew him. He passed through each intersection as if he was already past it. He banked every curve with superb efficiency. It seemed to him that he was God and the surrounding traffic was a drove of predictable, churchgoing automatons. Whatever drew him was powerful, because getting to it was to be the completion of a circuit and executed with total symmetry and perfection. Several miles away, a girl who called herself Samantha sat into the seat of her El Dorado...
Burko felt the gear-shifter getting hot. At an identifiable moment, he felt himself transform. His Cutlas became even more prowetic. It was a rigid phallus, propelled by wheels that were hot and flaming. His control drained from him and was replaced with the higher, more powerful force of inevitability. Something appeared in the distance! A big pussy on burning wheels moved toward his giant dick on wheels! Samantha, sitting inside of the pussy, gasped as she saw what was to come.
Both engines screamed in harmony as the two approached each other at burningly increasing speeds. Burko and Samantha gazed intimately into each others' eyes, a union that was broken and replaced with another when their vehicles crushed each other and combined into one. Metal collided and bent and glass shattered. Fire bursted from the engines. Blood flowed. What seemed to be an airbag exploded through Burko's dashboard, but instead he felt himself pushed back by two giant, supple inflatable breasts. Samantha's dash exploded with unstoppable power and an inflatable dick was shoved in her face.
An engine roared. A garage door rose, revealing the head of a sleek and dashingly violent Cutlas. It purred as it entered the city street.
Burko was his name and he was pounding the gearbox as if his life depended on him being precise and violent. But for what purpose?
Something drew him. He passed through each intersection as if he was already past it. He banked every curve with superb efficiency. It seemed to him that he was God and the surrounding traffic was a drove of predictable, churchgoing automatons. Whatever drew him was powerful, because getting to it was to be the completion of a circuit and executed with total symmetry and perfection. Several miles away, a girl who called herself Samantha sat into the seat of her El Dorado...
Burko felt the gear-shifter getting hot. At an identifiable moment, he felt himself transform. His Cutlas became even more prowetic. It was a rigid phallus, propelled by wheels that were hot and flaming. His control drained from him and was replaced with the higher, more powerful force of inevitability. Something appeared in the distance! A big pussy on burning wheels moved toward his giant dick on wheels! Samantha, sitting inside of the pussy, gasped as she saw what was to come.
Both engines screamed in harmony as the two approached each other at burningly increasing speeds. Burko and Samantha gazed intimately into each others' eyes, a union that was broken and replaced with another when their vehicles crushed each other and combined into one. Metal collided and bent and glass shattered. Fire bursted from the engines. Blood flowed. What seemed to be an airbag exploded through Burko's dashboard, but instead he felt himself pushed back by two giant, supple inflatable breasts. Samantha's dash exploded with unstoppable power and an inflatable dick was shoved in her face.
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