A lady came up to me once and said, didn't I see you on the internet? I said, I don't know, rady, you can't see out from the other side. With your eyes dotted.
There once was a giant fish--its back was one billion dollars across, lengthwise. Its name was Roe; it carried on its immense back an ocean. You wouldn't believe its enormous tentacled fishcock.
In the ocean on Roe's back lived two fish of little consequence--hereafter known as Mum and Dad--with oldstyle fins and gills. Their frenetic fishfucking fabricated five thousand fish and a third.
This.
This.
The third was an allegorically ugly fucking duckling. This is neither what it looked like nor how it saw itself and they weren't the same either.
This is what the kid really looked like. Kids don't have a face. It's usually painted on in the cocoon of gonadolescence. Usually donning their parents oldstyle fins and gills.
Love?
Then life's devildicked henchmen lift the curtain for good to an audience of autumn and the cycle of seasons...
I fucked him.
She fucked me.
Lo and behold, the kid has blossomed into a beautiful blonde buck who hates both injustice and mercy and who cannot fuck...
Captain Impotent fights for justice with the sublimated unsatisfied sexual energy that only an impotent man has, aided by his crusty dried dick, Clappy.
You're dripping.
The populace yearns for some of his good old corporeal punishment, but Captain Impotent has vowed chastity until injustice is vanquished forever, though he couldn't have sex if he wanted to anyway.
With your wrinkly pussy you can't... I mean, I love justice too much to be your lover.
Whatever, bitch.
His is a sweaty love affair with justice, the passion of which dwarfs even Roe's gargantuan fishcock.