crockpot dry meatstew
Now im just throwing money out the window and down the sewer in miami, off the side of the cruise ship playing shuffle board with some ex tweakers from branson drinking too many bloody marys and doing the ymca without a shirt on. Tan and hariy and slow on the draw. Stupid old ships with skull and crossbones in the sinkhole of the sun blowing away in some snakes and sparklers action in front of grandmas house some sullen fourth of july, late ’90s.
A pshaw hands out glimmering with rings, jewels, and ink. The splatter of the cum on the skin was quiet and exciting, and i grab yer tits so hard you cry and then my testosterone drained from my face and went to a dirty kitchen and nested in the walk in freezer.
Ropes and burlap and hay and dust, mites and dry grass, dead trees, and fire ash
dark green mountains and long steep hills in crevices so dark and deep in oregon theres no turning back when you dead end at a swamp, depth unknown.
Now on with the show…
