on on unity
what the fuck am i meant to say. there is on the one hand a genuine pleasant read. the boy got a kick from a girl. he went away and masturbated until his hand fell off. one the little girl spotted him again she drew away in terror at his deformity. so what we may do because we love someone may cause the person we love such unpleasantness.
yet on the other is a great leap into a fanciful unknown. synthesizing foreign and worthwhile concepts of thought. without great depth nor focus. opening not an ambiguity or playful entente, but a wall of misinterpretation and frustration. i cannot warrant a suitable reply to such agendas. do you want me to keep reading while favoring my own opinion within your own? well you will have to convince me that i am right for me to read on. or at least let me know your tone.