Pockets of
romantic lung muzzle. No way, a cheerleader gag curtain. Scrape
napkin overall dry barista torture in my rosy death grip penis
twitching bong nebula of honeycomb, evaporate up the ass, and a bleak
mascot, leaked thug mundane and with heated eyelid of pigeon death
expels skull weather and the couch dripping an event horizon kiss
aggregate, a piece of canary nurtured coal think piece of processed
raccoon. Y'all's policeman wrist mold – an aesthetic eviscerated to
a viscosity of orange bloodshed and suicide houseplant-gutted
metastasized doom. Defecating wolves, whores, autumn's cock. On that
note, tonight the crypt keeper said RoboCop the alchemist fart Marvel
gristle of too many vegetable dots plank like a penis dangling in
front of crumbling intravenous source code like a lizard. The
spectrum plowed into fucking mashed potatoes; unsettled
diaper-connections of ass cobra spray-on array implant freshly. We
die.
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