Subvocalize your sexiest girl thoughts in this thread. Marx is for girls. Best girls is for marx. Fuck the bourgeois whore state. hows your sexy girl novel coming along? Which Constance Debre novel are you currently on?
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Anonymous06/10/26(Wed)13:32:14
ive recent;ly gotten into throat singing and my favorite porno is a 45 minute video of a japanese woman vibrating a small japanese cock in her throat. Should I read Marx on Feuerbach? or just dig into Capital?
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Anonymous06/10/26(Wed)13:35:41
is religion possible without atheist morality? i need to know before i let this pussy get fucked
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Anonymous06/10/26(Wed)13:39:16
What the fuck is this schizocommie thread?
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Anonymous06/10/26(Wed)23:35:00
>>25333077 >isnt speaking truth to power by bra burning
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Anonymous06/10/26(Wed)23:37:45
>>25332829(OP) I found your Goodreads account by accident
>>25334407 shit now im hard wanna hang out in my barrel and talk philosophy?
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)03:02:15
>>25332829(OP) All right, pussy, pussy, pussy! Come on in pussy lovers! Here at the Titty Twister we're slashing pussy in half! Give us an offer on our vast selection of pussy. This is a pussy blow out! All right, we got white pussy, black pussy, Spanish pussy, yellow pussy, we got hot pussy, cold pussy, we got wet pussy, we got [sniffs] smelly pussy, we got hairy pussy, bloody pussy, we got snappin' pussy, we got silk pussy, velvet pussy, Naugahyde pussy, we even got horse pussy, dog pussy, chicken pussy! Come on, you want pussy, come on in, pussy lovers! If we don't got it, you don't want it! Come on in, pussy lovers!
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)06:08:00
>>25334109 In the shadowed grove where desire takes root, O my own flesh, thy dark and fragrant thicket blooms, Like hyacinths crushed beneath the moon’s soft loom, Curling wild as vines that clasp the lover’s fruit.
Sweet mound of mystery, where honeyed dew clings, Thy tendrils whisper secrets to my trembling hand, Black as the night that veils Aphrodite’s strand, And soft as petals torn from Eros’ wings.
Come, let me part the leaves with lips that burn, To taste the salt-kissed earth of thee, my own, Where passion’s river runs in hidden spring, And every curl a hymn to love’s return.
Fragmented, eternal, in thy tangled shrine I worship still—the rose that blooms unseen.
*vocal fry* I’m sorry, but Achilles is just a classic borderline personality disorder who would absolutely ruin your life. *vape hit* But he could still get it.
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)19:39:11
>>25335098 good point, a sweaty pussy could be salty