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GOZPEL 1:
1 FACEDOWN

AT 15 BY YOUNG & WILD

MOTHER CALLING:

It's the usual problem of limits.

When was the first time

you got yourself off?

The first successful

autoerotic stimulation

that put an end to frustrated fingering.

An attempt at meaningful finger-play.

At age ten, after

getting home from school,

I would think about a classmate

who annoyed the f*** out of me:

Cristin. A**hole.

He'd chase me around the school

telling me, "You're hot. "

And I'd throw rocks at him.

He'd buy me candy bars,

and I'd throw rocks at him.

He'd try to be nice to me;

I'd throw a rock.

But once I got home,

I'd try to get my rocks off

instead of throwing them at him.

Try to, because I had no idea

what to do with my fiery twat.

Temporal ellipsis to age 15.

From 10 to 14, a series

of flimsy fingers.

I even tried shoving a

flashlight up there once-

a little red one.

Just like that.

At age 15,

facedown with a finger and

rubbing up against the bed.

I couldn't believe it.

It was as easy as

rubbing up against a bed.

At 16, the Cheese-Dick Man.

No fingers that year.

Virginity is lost in stages,

and it's got to be hard

to lose it all at once.

C told me that after

getting f***ed up the ass,

diarrhea all day long.

She said, "The most painful

experience after childbirth. "

I say, "Whatever. "

With a lot of booze and

beer in me, it ain't bad.

I don't know how I ended

up ass up on the mattress.

I told him, "Dude, wrong hole. "

Wrong hole.

But he put it in anyway.

So I said it again, "Wrong hole. "

Wrong hole.

You're expected to put

up some kind of struggle,

and I do what is expected of me.

F*** it.

He stuck it up my ass for a while.

Neither good nor bad, just nothing...

like most of my losses.

Did I feel like taking a sh*t?

Yes.

But the suppositories from

when I was a kid hurt more.

It wasn't a total loss.

He didn't cum in my ass.

I'm still waiting for the right guy.

I'm an orthodox, and I

lose what people often lose.

A trinity of losses,

feminine and heterosexual:

p*ssy, giving head, up the ass.

There are several types

of people in the world.

There are those who

don't believe in God.

Those who don't believe

are increasing every day

due to the fact we've had two

agnostic, atheist presidents

who don't believe in God.

The world of an agnostic is a world

that begins and ends in his own mind.

He's the top authority in his life,

the captain of his own soul.

He is his own God!

"I don't believe in God.

"There's no superior being.

Therefore, I command myself. "

This is why he lives a

life of relative values,

relative to his person.

But God, my dear brothers and sisters...

Hey.

Is not relative.

He does not accept relativity.

God is living fire!

Amen!

God doesn't want lukewarm hearts.

Repeat with me:

I don't want to have a lukewarm heart.

I don't want to have a lukewarm heart.

God wants his fire

to penetrate each one of your hearts.

He is calling you.

Amen!

Listen to me well:

He is calling you!

Oh, yeah, and I'm the Evangelical one.

I'm from the sect of rich Evangeloons,

who are worse than the others,

'cause on top of everything else,

they think they're the sh*t

because they've got money.

I'm studying for my

college placement test.

It is thus inferred that I'm really busy

and I have no time to write this blog.

With fire!

Today

I shall rise

Get up.

And I will smile

Being with you

Raise your hands, you fool.

You

Teach me to believe

Fool, fool, fool.

But I still write.

That's why I pray to Jesus:

Please make my mother never

type youngandwild. blogspot. com.

Make it so, please,

so that she never ever has.

YOUNG & WILD BY MARIALY RIVAS

Hey, I was hard-core Catholic,

virgin till marriage and stuff,

until I met a big ol'

dick, and that was that.

Hey, Danilca!

Do you remember that song that said

Satan is like a lion?

Remember we had to roar?

PS. I also pray to Jesus

that your parents won't find your blog.

I ask him all day, all

night, all afternoon,

all day, all night, all afternoon,

all morning, nonstop.

I want to be your mommy

and for you to be the daddy.

Barbage, the tigress of the west.

You know how sometimes

when you're going at it

and the guy's dick slides out

and makes its way into the back door?

Hey, this is filthy.

My mommy told me that hope

is the last thing you lose,

so I'll leave you my MSN:

palitroke@gmail. com.

And I'd leave you my cell phone number,

my ID number, and my home phone number,

but my mommy also told me

that there are a lot of bad people

out there in the world.

I'm not leaving my MSN,

but you can leave yours on my blog.

Ha.

Are they here?

Yes. Come down.

They're here. Come down.

But, Mom, I have to study.

Let's go.

GOZPEL 1:
2 IN THE BEGINNING, GOD CREATED

ALL MY HARDSHIPS (MOTHER AND FATHER)

One minute.

Simn, I got this for you.

It's Tim LaHaye's latest book.

No!

How wonderful.

Thank you very much, Rai.

Thank you.

For these 15 years of ministry.

Thank you.

Could you read a bit to us?

- No, no.

- Yes.

No, you're the head of-

No, we're in your house. You read it.

Read it, come on.

"The term 'rapture is

an expression that comes

"from the Greek word 'rapio,

' which means disappearance.

"Shortly before the end of the world,

Christ shall return in the air

and shall take with him... "

Father believes in Rapture.

Mother believes in Rapture.

Uncle believes in Rapture.

They believe that Jesus

was telling the truth

when he said, "I'll be back soon. "

And I want to not believe

because believing frightens me.

It won't be long before

the Lord's Second Coming.

It's all Uncle's fault.

I think that our generation

shall see Christ come to

take his Church with him.

I believe, Simn,

that all the signals have been given.

My pastor uncle comes over one night.

He sits at our dining room table,

says something I don't understand,

and points to the backyard.

In the dark backyard, there's a grotto.

In the grotto, a Virgin.

He picks up an axe,

walks over to the Virgin,

white and made of plaster...

And swings at it.

"Thou shalt not praise

other images before me,"

says the pastor uncle that God says.

Postscript.

(Is that how you write "postscript"?)

I remember an axe,

but it probably was just

a crappy-ass bread knife.

But, hey, is the Virgin Satanic?

I still have a question.

Is the person writing

this blog a man or a woman?

She's a young lady. I can vouch.

Good blog.

Free Young!

Barbage, the tigress of the west.

I know you're hot. I know you're hot.

I don't care about the

Virgin or the f***ing grotto.

I know you're hot.

She's not hot.

I know someone who knows her.

B*tch.

GOZPEL 1:
3 WE ARE THE LIGH OF THE WORLD BY YOUNG & WILD

Morning, sir.

I need to talk to Daniela.

Daniela?

Could you come with me?

Now?

Do you know what a

classmate of yours told me?

That you've had sex.

Sex before marriage.

You tempted a young boy-

not only in age but also in faith.

What a shame to look at you.

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