Sneeze breeze please on my knees with a beard of bees giving them tits a squeeze and smilin’ like cheese rotting disease infected with stuck rusty keys. freeze, jeez, i wheeze
Dung funny and skeet her on valentines became gay lovers and moved to the bay and ate thizz and smoked oc and did key bumps of shitty blow at peanut bars for the edgy hipsters of the moonlight craze and dilated pupils riding fixed gear bikes and too small caps and their shitstache blowing limp in the cold breeze. Past the clouds of crack smoke and runny feces exploding like jackson pollock staying up for three days scheming and furiously creeming in the corners of the blank dead end not dilapidated and not pristine and on the hill its a little warmer and calmer, and you arent running blocks to get home and losing yer way cause of all the yaks plugging yer breathe holes, dizzy and ending up at some monstrous crawling intersection with yellow lights reflecting the tint of the sight all cloudy and clear and maggot writhing blurry and clenching . Classic soul infomercial and complex computer options, enough to make you break out acne and plastic bobbling on the dash with baby cries in yer diaper throat. The sound of the goat….
stomach bloat and a sore throat,
layered in drizzly jizzum coat
and my guts a septic moat,
on the toilet blowing the brown note in my fur coat,
all day left to gloat
and that was all she wrote….
angela landsburys first porno.
slobknobs and shroomtips…
rimshot twat snot got caught getting hot on my cock
heard a knock and blocked the thought and got blue balls
on the spot
and thats all i got.
believe it or not
