Let’s talk about sex baby.

Sex is just one giant tyrannosaurus rex in the room where nobody respects, rejects, or reflects on the subjects of that particular scenario. As if the effects of your penis mean nothing to the “objects” you subject to the perplex of your misread charming complex. As if woman are only suspects roaming around this megaplex until you fedex your next victim. As if they all need to double check their bottle of vex to ensure safety as it’s poured within their necks. Total wrecks passed out between decks as their two pairs of specs lay cracked on the ground. Your plan ejects as you recollect yourself and your aspects. This triplex was only for projects and they were now doomed to heck. The pecks he flexed and the cheques he kept were now nothing in comparison for his adrenal cortex. This was just a looming vortex that wouldn’t end till dawn.