think of pornography’s lies. the pornographer would have you believe that the come-hither smile of the naked model is real, that she truly values your mysteries and your minerals, that she will comfort you in times of agonizing club-defeat and will radiafy your health with devotion and sunshine care. in reality, since the pornographer and the stripper aim for silver, she employs her sparklo-smile solely your dollars to gain, your emotions nil, your dreams mute and will then move on to the next lust-sloth once your cash has been taken. another lie that the soft-core pornographer propagates is that the photograph of the naked femme stares only at you, that her bliss-treasures are only for you to enjoy, that she is your prize, your moon, your ocean and your lighthouse, that you have worked hard, purified yourself of metallic habits, have rendered yourself clean and fit for responsibility. is it healthy to engage any entertainment that builds its foundation on the lie? does it truly have your interests at heart? or is it much more likely that it wants only your capital, your finance and your silver?

Labels: AesthEth, ArtEnt, BlaSla, Cintv, MorPa, OthBlo, Rom, VW

Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 10:11 AM

 R M Roxinger left this comment at August 11, 2007 5:30 PM  
And how dumb would Kyle think I am either, if he knew I existed? As a man way past 18, I know the difference between fantasy & reality. I know full well that a Playmate is NOT posing ONLY for me, that she is in fact posing for EVERY person on this earth who cares to look. She doesn't even know I exist, & "frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." I fall back on her when real-life women reject me. If a real-life woman wants my attention nowadays, she's gotta earn it!

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