the_clarity_of_retrospect The Poison Angel I've no use for that sort. Really, i don't. looking back upon it, there was too much irony in things that were said and done for me to truly regret the end of it so much as i now regret the amount of time and of my soul i wasted. the irony which prevails most heavily on my dirty mind at this second was a conversation in which she proclaimed the act of sucking a man's cock to be something she considered demeaning even with the backdrop of recounting to me the events of an evening in which she arranged to be phsyically and verbally abused and then summarily fucked by a partner whom she also proclaimed to generally dislike as a person. Sweet mother of all things both Holy and otherwise, the great, oblivious, amateurish irony. Time went on, and as i became more and more aware of these details she hadn't the courtesy or conscience to skip while she took to the task of pushing all of the assorted buttons of both my lusts and my more altruistic emotions, misogynistic though it may seem to say, i came to the conclusion that her dissembling mouth would have been put to better use sucking the root than that which it saw pouring out those steady streams of sugar-coated bullshit 060127 what's it to you? who go blather from