New York Jizz Department

To Mime, is to interact without Speech, and without Voice. Communication, by non-verbal means. The Mime fills the space around him/her with his/her radiant Lifeforce, and makes himself/herself Vulnerable before his/her Subjects, or Audience, by the exaggeration his/her own insecurities and vulnerabilities for comedic effect. Vulnerabilities thus exposed, the Subjects and/or Audience of the Mime, out of Curiosity, are drawn ever closer to the Mime, and the physical space immediately around the Mime, becomes,...Center Stage. The Mime exposes his/her own vulnerabilities, and that in turn, will siphon forth the insecurities and vulnerabilities of the Subjects and Audience. With decreasing physical proximity between the Mime and the Subjects, the parties involved will grow ever more exposed, and more vulnerable before each other. ### A skilled Mime is able to pull the strings of his/her Subjects, and control them as if they are Puppets. Super-exposed, but still confident and in full...

Her Well-Shaped, Toned, But Distinctly, Soff-Tou-Thuh-Touch, Back. Little K, Sexy Back. She Sounds Hot. Yes, She Is. She Is Like A Book, That I Just Can Not Put Down. Hawt. Sexy Puma Back. As I Brushed Against, And Slightly Depressed, The Landing Strip, Where Her Obliques End, Near Her Spine. I Wanna Hold Her Obliques. I Wanna Rest, My Warm Strangler Hands, Over Her Abdomen, And Massage Her, Right Thare. I Wanna Pin Her Arms, Behind Her Back, So Subtly, So Assertively, Yet Also So Gingerly, And Run My Chin, Along Her Spine, Taking In Her Scent, And Smooth Lines, As I Shall Hold, In My Hands, Her Little Forearms, And Her Little Hands. I Wanna So Delicately, Ascend, To Her Trapezius Muscles, Soft Lines, Smooth Curves, And Pinch Her, Massage Her, Right, Thare. She Sounds Hot. Yeah She Is. Little K.

Fear. Is The Path, To The Dark Side. Fear. Leads, To Anger. Anger. Leads, To Hatred. Hatred. Leads, To Suffering. Righteous Path. Path Less Traveled. Chasm. May The Almighty God Within, Illuminate My Intellect, To Lead Me Along, The Righteous Path. Righteous Path. Path Less Traveled. Unpaved. Unmarked. Untamed. Untrodden. Darkness. Shadows. And Light. Filtering. Trickling Through. Refuge. Asylum. Trust In You Everlasting, Oh Alkonost, Do I Hold. Cover My Eyes, And Lead Me Forth, On Your Own Accord. In Your Footsteps, In Your Gentle Wake, By The Delicate Whisper Of Your Voice, Will I Find My Way. Path Untrodden. But Your Quiet Touch, Leads Me Firmly, Yet Softly, Along The Way. She, Who Illuminates My Intellect, To Lead Me Along, The Righteous Path. And So, Along The Way, Do I Follow. Mellow Voice. Firm Hands. And Delicate Touch. Towards P...