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Selected Hunter Schafer Gifs

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  According to one Christian writer of the modern era, this means that the wife willingly accepts the fact that man is the   head of the woman  and submits to her   husband’s authority not grudgingly and in fear, but willingly, freely, and in joy.    in the fall she tried to remember her husband, and her first love, and the first 4, and the four by fours and the three by threes, in the fall she tried with all her might to remember   The pornography of a  woman's body is not unrelated to lynching: using the body as spectacle the fact that force is implicit for the reasons articulated in the description of force with respect to children The two volumes written by Kinsey and his associates (Sexual Behavior in the Human Male, Sexual Behavior in the Human Female) and the one volume written by his disciples based on his data (Sex Offenders: An Analysis of Types) all classify sexual acts of white persons the sea is drowning all the fish. what else were ...

MARGARET THATCHER

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  MARGARET THATCHER “Without evil, literature quickly becomes boring”- Bataille. Yes, but this truth only makes sense given Bataille’s Catholic prehistory. He speaks here less of radical      evil than of literary evil, which           is different from evil in real  life,                even different from evil in  poetry.                     Life has a form that translates                          itself into literature.  But life                               is not mere badness.  Life                                    is the unbending  of m...

ROCK BOTTOM

  ROCK BOTTOM As life itself ages,      having ideas           is more complicated. Life      interferes. Once it was easy to write      a manifesto. Now everything is torn, fractured. I only have the strength to do good things from god. God, “Himself”. I don’t need to explain this further. (all rights reserved James  Krendel-Clark, 2025)

Lies

  Lies People fuck you over a lot. You have to will your will to the end, ultrafiltered by God. Memories of a sorcerer. Crooked ways, crooked days. Eyes crisscross chipmunk squirt. Days of never knowing quite what the word “ethics” signifies. Let alone “God”. She was a cosmetologist. Such beautiful faces. That’s where her heart was, those magnificent faces. She liked to dress “ provocatively”. She also liked to put her madness on display memes and tweets and selfies. And yet her relationships were pure chaos. He wondered what they were really like. She made the mistake of falling for him and tried to delete those files from her memory and finally, she succeeded. They say that self-deception is a strategy of sorts, almost unconscious, for those who deceive others. Deceive yourself, believe your own lies, and it’s easy, effortless to lie to others. What snatches her weird alchemy sucked up in the vortex of her “witchcraft” (that was her name for this errant  superficiality). (po...