Maybe God set limits of humanity and we never understood how much we needed to survive. Imagine a world of vegetarians, what would they eat? See why non veg ice is tasty with whisky. People just forget, anything that tastes good is poison, and the opposite is true at the same time.
A man, short in height, absolute black with distance to amplify his existence, stars revolving in multiple universes, trees inside him. He brushed aside his mufasa's secret son identity and shoved away the girl called Sophia who said it was painful. Put a peacock wing in her vagina. He told her she should speak in her own language, and the other absolutely meant she hadn't researched the possibility of stability with this.
Told me I was his absolute bitch and I was absolution for him, he'd fuck me but loves me too much cuz I intrigue him. Life is like that: find money, wealth, food procurement from mother nature, and fight infinite beings on the other side of the cosmos.
