Plugged into my crotch, a vibrant sunset gives way to sensationalism as my nipples harden at the latest political twist. World theatrics have intensified the pulsation on my clit. I am almost ready to release and moan out your name, but the damn system keeps switching gears. I want to cum so bad, but systemic conflict keeps shutting down the fun factory. In utter hindrance to my orgasmic potential, I begin to finger myself while I produce circular motions on my clit. White cream oozes out like tropical waterfalls on a beautiful day. I finally reach orgasmic heights. Sometimes simple self reliance is better than any systemic institutionalized paradigm.