Sunday, November 22, 2015

Magnificent Coat

Man's beast throne, obsolete and obsessed with flipping, wouldn't stay up; so a self evident vagina enters, devours pain and all that stuff - owing to its visor writes a poem. Skeleton bitches react to ascending dust with such burns getting in between stylish stairs; grabber claw vibe ass math of milky fly FYAD manually, shoes as yet softly kaleidoscopic. Projections drag across a Monday cut-away onna stalk.... mass rhythms somnambulistic in gangster split screen, allowing repetitive motion a flat area for the puppet master's creeping perception to in worse GWAR foam to fadeout in a thick coat of magnificence to crown the pain.

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