Wife Accidenty Sews Her Head To The Curtains
She was ten feet tall if you squinted, the prophet hinted. Parlour tricks for the heretics my deformed reformed halo harlot, we could be minted. For that matter of factual nonsensical banter, we could be anything felt dealt squeezed in to a leather belt. Opposite to the tales told around your campfire, I am human, whole, hard, charizard and the Mandy man of the house to this whale carcass. Painted blue baboon bollocks brazen mistaken log drops for chocolate raisins. As written in chronicles of those a-sexual bi-polar bastards beneath the headlines dashed crooked, scat is the new black. Ego misguided in to technical truths and delusions of fact, it fills my heart and cheeks with nutty normality. Write your answers on a postcard. Bleed this sanitation and drop the suit for law he's only a whore, he knows nothing outside the sexplination we fired between the blanks. This is the year to contemplate who this self is, where it's headed and how much you're willing to screw the unsuspecting public before the scream for more. I'm so far up inside I'm eating breakfast twice.
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