Spanning the serenity of impure thoughts extending through a lifetime is climactic. Steak and eggs going instantly to the trouser tube steak isn't something you can easily conjure up in the brightness of velvety satisfaction. The kicker is that you need actual contact from the impure thought to know velvety when you feel it.

The consequences of failing to fix that which seems openable is daunting. Can't get anxious about an event that can be altered with decision.

If your true memory is the original neurotic path of the synapses which can be untracked chemically then thought boners can be created by thinking it so. Still exploring.

Having a servantile woman goes backwards instead of evolved; maybe progress requires gag reflex exercises of my mind. Digressions during the lengthened recovery from medical planning seem best when they are mind-mirror extensions from impure thoughts. Perhaps too peniscentric but then again this whole expository storyline is a man and his dick find Venus.