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PolkOut.com has tiny little lady feet!
Be kind to your pets, mounts, and livestock. Penetrate them regularly.
I write love poems sometimes. Not to anyone, really, just musings uttered to myself. Alone at my desk, under the dim light of a lamp, a weary glow pouring across a highball glass of cheap whiskey and a dull pencil. The moon peers over my shoulder, curious, I hope, but I doubt it. I know these poems will never make me famous, will never earn a cent. Love is such a strange, complex, personal thing. Like the tangled asymmetries of our irises, our love is a unique gateway into our souls, our essentialities. I am an animal. My body yearns for the prickled fur of some jungle beast, a panther. A tucan. Well a tucan doesn't have fur, but I'd still fuck it. Standards shmandards.
PolkOut Sells Out
The following are ads I've put up on the site to help pay for my
advertising budget so I can make this site more popular. I did
not choose these ads, and have decided not to filter their content.
So if they lead you to ferocious tiger love, well all the better.
You are my best friend,
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