You may well ask yourself...
Why am I here?!
Who am I?
The reason?
It is the beauty...
... the charm
.... the undiscribebly delicious feeling...
My Friday night
My first day of holidays...
Is it a man?
the man who does not see?
him who does not understand?
him who does not comprehend the gorgeousness of his being?
the point of living?
Is that 2625? Please tell me....
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I could look at that picture for many many many hours.
I want to run into that photo and rub my face in his crotch - then pull his underwear down with my teeth - like a happy, naughty dog of 2625.
In reality, think I'd take spirit form and evaporate into the ether before I got within five feet tho'.
Fuck me, he's so fucking 2625, I don't even know my own name anymore!
You are truly worthy of the almighty 2625 my friend would you like to join our quest?
2625 is the solution
I have dubbed myself as a warrior of 2625.
I anoint myself with 2625.
The sisterhood.
The brotherhood.
2625 is real.
Isn't it?
You are now indeed anointed with the almighty grace of 2625, welcome to the quest!
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