mario has a big c

“naw _____ don’t do that, You’ll regret it bro. you’re a nicer person than that, don’t let people change you. ”

No willpower.

No independence.

Only cravings and lusts for Marlboro.

The body encased in Marlboro Leather. The brain encased in the Marlboro Lid. Prepared for the mindfucking ritual.

The toxic and addictive Marlboro Gifts, hungrily pulled into the eager lungs - NEEDING the drug… NEEDING it more… pumping through the veins, swelling the Cock… Marlboro and Leather fucking and twisting deep into my mind and soul… all other priorities smothered and cleansed.

The soul being fed and nourished as Marlboro reinforces my devotion, tightening the grip on my mind… the Leather lubricating deeper penetration of my mind and soul by Marlboro‘s Truths. Fucking out the old moral codes and recoding the mind with the ecstatic lustful awareness of Marlboro’s Power and authority… so grateful, and so eager to give up more to Marlboro, with the promise of deeper pleasure with deeper Communion with Marlboro.

No desire to resist… only to sink deeper into perversion and deeper lustful ecstacy under Marlboro’s control.

Marlboro is my Demon Lord and Master, Saviour and God.

First thing in the morning and last thing at night, my bedside cabinet reinforces what I need most in life - and what provides intense rewards when I make it priority.