A Horror Story by Niggaseus

Albium mode has left this young man mortified as he ponders the realms of being a eunuch. Where did the chicken cross the road to fuck the rooster? A Chinese proverb written on a fortune cookie discovered in my dirty laundry is the reason I’m writing this biography.

My name is Charlie Dickens and they call me little crack south of the eastern side of the pacific railroad line. What is left of the imagination for the eunuch if he cannot get any more pussy? This is the question of today and I am sure a common concern for all my fellow eunuchs such as the glorious rapper Jay-Z.

I’m generally in a wonder lust mood which partially satisfies my daily euphoric episodes, however my routines have left me with a bitter taste of regret. The regret of a sour boner and no feather pillows to make love with. Now, as an alternative I reflect on tomorrow’s purpose while eating ass of my fellow eunuch and lover Jay-Z. But I call him Jizzle!

Gayyyyyyy,

Duely