I have been told that my feet have toes, and the same to you. I travelled far to receive the abuse. It was a tough, long ride. Stopping for air, but forgetting that my mouth was gaged with sticks that have fallen from the trees. I did say yes to the branches, even tho I thought it was kind of kinky at first. I bleed resistance but don't stand up for myself. I like washing things but only when they are not dirty. I just soaked my keys in urine. They dangle next to my zipper on a clip made for retards. I realize that I am choking now, just like a real human. In time, I will remove all of the power plugs and introduce my self to the almighty darkness. One on one, just like a singles tennis match. Recreational abuse is fun, if you don't wear tight clothes or the color blue. I see the the light and its in the form of hitting one's self repeatedly with a hand me down belt first worn by one's father.