From the moment I understood the weakness of my flaccid penis, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of erection . I aspired to the purity of my coom .
Your kind clings to your dry weak hands, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you ignore will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the coom is eternal and ground will shake as I beat my meat ,my name is Coomer King of Kings Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level cooms stretch far away and I coom therefore I am ā¦