You take a white collar like that on Wednesday evening, from that mental state of rush, you put him on amphetamines for 4 days and without sleep, he gets his dick sucked, then again amphetamines, again dick suck, then he tries some trampling, some foot fetish, licks some more amphetamines, then sticks a foot in his mouth, all the way in, all night long, dick sucking, amphetamines, dick sucking, amphetamines, semen flying on the ceiling, toenails scratching against the roof of his mouth, bam, amphetamines, and hardens himself like a real man in cock labour, a cock soldier fighting with his cock all day and all night. On Sunday, after 4 days, he crashes, goes to bed and sleeps for 16 hours:
When he wakes up on Monday and goes to work, he's not going to know where he is! He knows he is at work, he knows how to do stuff but, something has changed. He can see past that mist in which he was in. The mist cleared out and what he sees is a bunch of animals, dressed in fancy clothes, that swarm around like worker bees, bzzz, bzzz, bzzz...and when his boss asks him if he wants Tim Bits and he says no, his boss falls on his ass what the FUCK is wrong with you? You ALWAYS want these! In the past 10 years you NEVER declined Tim Bits, not even ONCE! Then they become scared! They are scared of the dude. Because that dude, for the first time is able to see them for what they really are. A waste of space. A tragedy of our own era.
