A poem from an audio book
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Vocal Characteristics
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
look at that vulva marine between your legs. There's red glowing, vicious eyes. It's staring me down Now. I'm approaching with my manhood. I'm hesitant and still unaware of the danger. I haven't seen a creature like this before, should I fear it or cuddle it? The dilemma is frightening to say the least, but I have to make a decision fast otherwise I might not get to eat today. I lean in, I get closer. It's breath smells like salmon. I can feel my appetite arise and my men would start to pick up the scent. I roar at it. Roll respected me with a pocket of air escaping from its crevice. A bit of secretion hit my upper lip. I lick it off. No questions asked. I go to war with the wolverine. It's on top of me now. It grinds my spear as I lay defenseless on the ground. It's strong, it's persistent, It has done this before, it knows what it's doing. I have met my match. This might be the end of me at dawn my corpse will have been devoured by multiple mobile wolverines and my buddy reduced to a simple food source. But wait, its its teeth liss. It's actually kind of nice. His eyes turns out to be not vicious after all and happened to be connected to eyeholes belonging to a woman. That woman now placed her wolverine right on my sniffer. She takes her hand and starts to resuscitate my *****. She blows into it. I ask. Do you play the flute? She says no, but I know how to drive a stick shift. I said, that is a horrible comparison. She disagrees with me and puts me in reverse. I backed the funk out of there in a hurry, leaving nothing but a trace of come behind me.