Solar Wind

I’m surfing on the solar wind. I can feel it’s warmth on my cheecks. It’s the gentle breath telling that he is alive. Strong like erect penis. Something that thinks it’s big and mighty, but there are other stars much bigger, badder, hotter. Our sun is just a wimpy. A small cock that stays up only with Viagra.

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