I'm an artist, genius is my pencil, the keyboard is my paper, bad fanfiction stories are my children.
I like cock, the smell of sweaty balls, and the feeling of my ass hole being plugged up by two, thick dicks.
Proof that I'm not dead. I was just in a slumber, waiting for reason to rise again. I might have found that reason.
I'm just full of bad ideas*. *By "bad ideas", I mean stories that are pony porn. Just clarifying.