Mr. Corona, a brutal teacher, softly teaches tough lessons of life.
He madly loves eyes, lips, and nose.
Let us innovate as our convenience demands a ransom of illogical abbreviation of Corona plus epidemic is equal to ‘Corodemic.’ I have got the word registered under my name following Intellectual Property Act.
More than a year under the dominance of a corodemic tyrant, we have changed as much worldwide as we changed in decades and decades. Mr. Corona unconsciously circumcised the hindering strap of the global rat race connected with deep thought. He liberated our cognitive erection to penetrate and ejaculate deeper into the canal of super-conscious awakening to impregnate with the unprecedented galaxy of ideas.
Peter divorced his soul mates- liqueur and tobacco.
Thinking minds always surmise that the persistent developmental race in the modern world is like a spaceship without brakes. But seldom our assumptions, presumptions, conceptions, intuitions, and predictions go wrong very rudely and make us call numbers backwards to alert our stuffed minds.
Even in Marijuana hallucination, I could never dream that Peter ever stopped drinking liqueur and smoking tobacco. Wonderful! Unbelievable! No medicine, no teaching-preaching, no ups and downs and upside downs could make it possible, but Mr Corona did it. He divorced his marriage with liqueur and tobacco.
A nomad confined
Viola Robinson was an inborn nomad. She never stayed more than a week in a city. If she had tried, she would have suffocated. That Voila confined herself within an apartment of fifteen hundred square feet since March 5, 2020. Even hellfire failed to halt her, but Corodemic sir did with awful ease and left her with no grudge and grouse.
Trump fell prostrate with torn blue ass.
I salute all the tough teachers in every nook and corner of the world, particularly America, where brave Trump sir challenged the Corodemic Empire and called it the brainchild of CHINA hailing from ASIA. Divine Providence never spares insolent might in consequence; beloved Trump fell prostrate with completely torn blue ass. I hope dear Biden would respect the Corodemic Empire with no ray of doubt.
Nothing to eat and hoarding toilet papers
Modern guys think not to store much food like their backward forefathers in paradise superior. Who does so in the period of Zomato, takeaway food, and drive through round the clock? Under the Corodemic Era in many parts of the globe, starving people living in concrete jungles found searching for leaves, fruits and hunted wild flesh like homo sapiens for the survival of the fittest. The well-dressed mod guys are not as self-reliant as their naked tribal forefathers.
Artificial way of living hacked our natural preferences.
Our brutal teacher insists upon us to store a little more quantity of food to extend the survival a few more days till external aid reaches. Hoarding of toilet papers is of no use if you have nothing to eat.
A beautiful nose, charming eyes, and luscious lips arouse him.
The most rapacious punishment that Mr Corona imposes is ‘quarantine’. It has brought many close ones closer who became distant for a long time. Some close ones have gone away at a distance. Those who identify their follies and peep through the situation leading to quarantine are exonerated. Provided that they ever remember their follies and never repeat them.
Mr Corona madly loves a beautiful nose, charming eyes, and luscious lips. He declares these parts are erogenous zones for him. His insatiable lust gets aroused, seeing these seducing parts naked. As soon as he quenches his thirst, he expels the guy from The Global School of Survival of the fittest. So dear guys, you must not dare to keep your eyes, nose and lips uncovered; otherwise, nothing can stop Mr Corona from being incredibly horny. And once he mates and discharges inside of you homo, hetero, lesbo, he will permanently discharge you.
How to conceal the beauty of high profile parts!!
There are a lot of guys who find it anti-carnal to conceal the beauty of lips, eyes, and nose high profile parts. God bless them all! They will ever remain horny like dogs in season. Mr. Corona knows the plight of thirsty guys who differ not in between drain water and mineral water. Thus, guys keep their thirsty, parched lips wide open even for a droplet. And Mr. Corona, without much effort, finds his mating partner.
