behold! the day of the advent and the subsequent dismissal of the once standard and fabled 1-900 phone sex lines are dying a death that no mortal man could write a poem about!

the diagnosis (murder) of these phone sex lines is due and caused by the miracle of invention of the interactive DVD porn disc. pick one of the hot young lasses, and you control what she does, the position, her mood, etc. do we not live in wonderful times, members of this once great and forever shining society sometimes referred to as "Earth"?

do your humanly mankind ears not scream in pain as you manipulate the digital chick on your screen into situations unknown to even Lewis & Clark? what i wouldn't give to put her in plaid skirt, have her roll in pig shit, get pissed off and try to hack my left leg off with an italian pitchfork! think of the emotions! think of the sex we would have! for god's sake, think of the children!

i am.
somebody.
i may be in jail.
i may be unemployed.
but.
i am.
somebody!
soul power!
black power!
yay!



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