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For A Slave Named Christine

Messages and Stories for a Young Cunt

Never Say Never
Posted:Mar 25, 2019 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2019 1:35 am
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Cause you NEVER know what might happen in the future.

Johnboy
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Being Sick Still Sucks
Posted:Mar 24, 2019 5:14 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 7:45 am
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Now 5 very looooooong days with a cold....amp;
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It's A Sunday Morning After A Really Good Saturday Night
Posted:Mar 24, 2019 7:37 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 7:45 am
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Sunday Morning Coming Down
sung by Johnny Cash

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way hold my head
That didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
Bad so I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet
For my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face
And combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs
meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs
That I've been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small
Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street and
Caught the Sunday smell
Of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something
That I'd lost somehow
Somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a
With a laughing little girl
He was swingin'
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
And listened to the song
That they were singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there is something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down

Songwriters: KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Being Sick Sucks
Posted:Mar 22, 2019 5:56 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 7:45 am
705 Views

3 very looooooong days with a cold....amp;
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Not Tonight I Have A Headache
Posted:Mar 19, 2019 5:55 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 7:45 am
707 Views

Honestly, I do.
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A Good Long Rest...
Posted:Mar 18, 2019 6:25 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 7:45 am
725 Views

That is what she needed.
That is what she is getting
An eternity of peace.
And stay in my memory.
As long as I have one.
Goodnight & goodbye slut.

Johnboy
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A Good Long Rest
Posted:Mar 17, 2019 5:24 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 7:45 am
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It's what she needs.
Goodnight my little one.

Johnboy {=} {=}
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