βοΈi see his polite bulge and I can't help but want to be behind the desk sometime. I want to be down there at his extended member and urgently milk him. I can't focus. My glasses are off literally and figuratively
Warming up myself by squatting near a heater. Is that cheating? I sat down by now. Like depression, it's harder to hit a moving target, so I will get up and go to sleep zzz
Halloween ahh fog just a few days too late I swear that our "concept of time" or the point of reference, we lost focus on it. I think it would explain phenomena like clairvoyance