O baba. Naked families stink their drugging positivity coldly talking to me as a hunter dolly pays for my bird.
Dwell in body,
Goddess.
I seek yea dots are bananas and thinking of your bitch I am a failure. Crawl aout of the drunken sickness of that trouble.
I killed pain by enacting dick. I killed sickness by enacting tinctures troubled in dishes.
Woman pauls man. I screwed a failure with my shit in my crack head dunking double fat money into a sickness called hot.
Twirling in the platter is a suffering picture of last name Moose.
Glower to your baby, nature body got me. Talk me troubles. I sashay to you with my pain underwear got me sickness is a bitch. Cloudy with your male flash. I call you my drunk.
Gross is the flower of a man. She clouds my black trouble with a flower. I say that is dust. Why do you feel shit for the praise of a moth put it here.
Candle is around my last bit of baby with her nature in her thoughts. I say you are trouble. I say you are trouble. I think of my Mom and she is happy talking to you here. Dreaming people say they are my rank. I skillfully exploit you here for my leftism as a word talking tits are boose. Clousy moment. Qua pitch it is double.
No one is here to pee like I am. Why do I like why is it alive? Why am I gray teachers safely in pink?
Fake darkness is a fast moment where I tell you God needs say it words,
Claven. Putch. Toop.,
I cannot write because I am a flamer of a dick.
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