She was a twinkle in Grandfather’s eye my lovely, precious mother Objectified. An icon. Not human. But she was my mother! She would be 96 this year were it not for erections and selections of commodities like me. She was my MOTHER! My mother, my…
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She was a twinkle in Grandfather’s eye my lovely, precious mother Objectified. An icon. Not human. But she was my mother! She would be 96 this year were it not for erections and selections of commodities like me. She was my MOTHER! My mother, my…