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Human desire
Else 2022-03-19 09:01:03
After being undefeated, Romes went to the New York Bar and still successfully defended the bad guys, but his wife said that she was barren and was raped by his boss Milton. He thought she was crazy and took her to the hospital but committed suicide because she was mad. Seeing the devil in the mirror. His mother told him that Milton was his father. He went to Milton. Milton told him that he had fucked his wife. The female colleague Romax had always wanted to do was also Milton’s lover and half-sister. When they made love, Romes knew that he was Satan who wanted to reproduce the family. He pretended to agree to have sex with his sister, but suddenly took out a gun and committed suicide. Milton suddenly burned with anger, the sister became haggard, and Milton became Romes. Angel wings. Then Romes suddenly discovered that he was still in the case of a teacher sexually assaulting a female student. He decided to give up his defense, and the man who had praised his unbeaten record but said that no one was always a winner then asked him to give the exclusive news. He became a news celebrity, and his wife came to persuade him to agree. The man then showed the original Milton appearance, saying that vanity is my favorite original sin. It seems that Satan can always get into people's weaknesses, and Romes and his wife are going to be tragedy again. Charlize Theron is so beautiful, and the one who plays Satan's daughter is also good. Both appeared naked and in good shape
Extended Reading
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John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.
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John Milton: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Hah! Oh, I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. Heh. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Hah! And I've warned him Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a windup toy! Like 250 pounds of self serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon-take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, and where can you go from there? And as we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future! We got a runaway train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-fuck god's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours. And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now! Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're god's special little creature. Maybe it's true, maybe god threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.