Now, listen to your father, sweetheart -

I need to know if you did bad things with those boys. So be a good girl, and pull down your pants.

I know how to check.

Flowing in my blood stream

Her black skirt is flirting with the wind

I ripped the buttons from her shirt

And her little pale fingers ran through my hair

The pressure in my pants.. The wetness between her legs..

Oh, love, please don't give me this look,

I'm afraid I'm falling for this

Hot summer dream.

Nowadays I feel like it's getting scarier to speak your mind online. Most people lack the knowledge of how to really stay anonymous, and if you really want, you can find almost anyone with the right tools.

I'll be honest and say, that I have some very controversial opinions about society and humans in general, but I'm too scared for my own safety to speak my mind. You might call it paranoia, but I call it "not playing with fire",

just in case.