The frustration feeling comes back, or maybe its confusion seeping into the warm coconut oil ecstacy I'm in, as I notice she's put on enormous what-the-fuck combat boots. Yeah nah its confusion for sure, and what's that P feeling? P-P-Panic! suddenly I'm in Panic as the warm oil on my neck boils into reaper chilli spicy heat in my head nugget that explodes into the icy cold of the void that takes my body down into the nowhere. Somehow her giggling gookenese gibberish is now brutal abuse but all I can understand is this one word: Degenerate, Degenerate. Boner is kill, not just turtle heading but forgotten like it's yesterday's clogger.