I want to rip my eyes out to feel the fear, blind to the beauty. Carve thick slabs of corpulent corpse fat off the flopsy bodice. Tits and loose, hanging flesh piles sagging a sad song, brown belly blues. Fuzzy happy trails winding down awakened limp dick beer balls, at attention cannon. Spin me right round suga suga, diabetic psychosis feeling walls unpadded, hopes it remains the same. Flat words fill breathy escapades and nobody’s listening. Linkin parkour flexing mental gymnastics, jungle jim scholar. Blue collar holler; Stella! Desire wherefore, you’ve forgotten me, amnesiac folly.


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