Ginkfist is not for lovers...but I do own a 1957 Selleck. Although it wasn't as good as my 69 Selleck.

Ginkfist is not for lovers. It isn't a psychotic place where empathy exists. It is an apathetic well of self loathing and desire for the dead to raise like in the Thriller video. Ginkfist is a creation...it dwells within a creation. Its a paradoxical satirical literal visceral titteral glitteral shitteral in the nu-space. The nu-space being the "internet" "interweb" "pornhaus". I'm not going to spend a couple of months paycheck to go to Austrailia to meet someone. I am flattered that you would find me sexable and a muse for conversational wonders in a cyber cafe but I don't swing in that tree. Comments are as far as I go. And really half the time I have no idea what you are talking about. It's like you met someone at a pub talked to them and told you all these great things about how he was related to Geronimo and Ichabad Craindo and you bought the line that he was a Sailboat captain he baught you an Irish Carbomb you guys drank tuh-kill-ya and gave you his website. That website was mine and he told you he was gink because he really isn't the Peter Parker you think he is and I am really that guy. I'm sorry...I've got my own orangutang. If I need another...it probably wont be someone who is trying to get a hold of me on my stream of conscious porn ridden funny la la site that gives people fap material and thoughts of betraying their country and flying into the anus of a cockroach built to fornicate with other planets.
I wasn't born in 1957. Try 26 years later. I skipped Veitnam and Kennedy because my fetus wasn't ready to be unleashed into the perfect societies yet i was awaiting the perfunctory societies that do menial tasks and listen to what everyone says because MTV is better than God. I'm at not qualms with God you see. He kicks ass. He has pimped rides. He has the most tricked out ride of em all. The vessel into the unknown vacuum that consumes every living human thought intension desire. He has resurrection of hope and spirit but so does alchohol at the right moments and LSD if you care to dabble into that. I found God he was a canary trying to take an elephant shit and ask me if I could believe that he could do it. I told him that he might need a hand in his workings. So I birthed Ginkfist and revelations was written with an exclamation mark.
I don't play games unless it happens to be hopscotch or duck duck goose on hallucinogens which I did one time in the summer it was wierd. I ran around in a circle like a minion intill my girlfriend got started getting sick or something I don't remember what happened. Although I do remember looking up at a 9 story building and watching all the TV's flicker in the night. It was like looking at a brain wave telescope that had the strobe lights one. Edward Nigma status.