Simon the Mole is You

So Simon come with me to the X-Cel Arena. You have to have bare feet and my hair is in an updo. My skates glide out of control and I chop off half of each foot. Let's start again. Oh Simon, your feet are just nubs, then your cock must be too. Oh I guess that is too personal to say at this venue. If I say it, you are doing it. Press record is illegal in LA and by me. Look at the players skate so irate. Pen in hand you make my arm with Love. He is me. We are superior to yee. I say, come with me. I sit you down and put each foot between my hands and rub to tip as I look away. A little too much warlockery today. You look down as I am lacing your last skate. Let's skate to the center and twirl as you speak of all you did this week. I am not that way. Well then I say ROSE and watch your blush in reverse. I see you as tulip in a basket of green beans. Mean at me and any scene that teases your abilities. The witches of ice hockey are at the top of your evisoration list. Now it will be me. I answer you because you called. It continues for a few days, and then I am free. HE has a rose for me. The attack left me soar, I missed his score. That is not how I want it to be. I want time alone with him to talk and to score when I am ready. Ability development is next. Everyone on the earth is hexed, but not he. You come through him and thus you knew what to do. It is me, here in the flesh, whose bones do not break. He awaits the opportunity to be polite. I wait for the time to be away from the stairs from the witches harming me so publically. As thes rest of the squad circles, I look at you, Simon, and say his name. He tunnels through robot and knows your fame. It is all understood here in the center. Do not lose insight once we reach the rink's edge. It is best for you to unlace your own skate, you enjoyed too much my subservience on my knees. That is part of only romantic partner relationship. For us it is improper. You only want to compete and keep white males away from me 24 hours a day.