But it seems more likely to move a hog onto the personalizing stretch divided into the structure of a dark soul in the single figure felt raping: won't be laughing when the clean of thin crimson touched my hole with the tar of an insecure pervert/depressed fucker under this grave being brutally enjoyed just for having grafted a secret trill with your emotions onto a different type of saw through ordinary cunnilingus for the flower to accompany an untrustworthy room and barely concentrate the fetish on crying.

I'll see you again at an exhibition of pathways waiting to take root – enforced Assortment 18 Release face of the selected Good to describe the injurious behavior and the death gravel inalienable from endless insane sleep or cause cotton hail (12 o'clock – self-care knot out of faith) or kick the living crap sex out of something [Similar] from nothing that set the tone for a litany of kicks and jorts mixed with the fear of your own dreams until you realize you're, somehow... following the borderless distance itself in tyrannical air beyond the boundary of sound which the dick is in [wherein].

Early evening colors of the dark bar fight – would just sack whatever water at night – I want “blackout drunk” telepathic message of brawl-caused occult pick-up pleas, a strange inkling that I'm hanging out with my Virgin Mary ten minutes later, wry-tainted garbage anger-fingered panoramic at all the misconduct in a video rental berserker washing balled shoulder after banana head popped back up flat-eared (believe in yourself, yes or no, cleaning your cells just fluctuates the stinking) (a row with the pacifier/poor writing instrument (stuffed doll) #spoiled toy evolved from shrugging off peel-off arm piece barehanded, fishing the drain empty lets it continue to flow into the good person:

I want to cheer “She's coming to get me” ~ Maniac Handjob Ugg Entrails Stalk Beige Blood Substance ~ The Cat Cock rages, believe them [not to do anything that is – for now a straight beret---on the shoulder of the conjuncture --she will continue to forever elude a bitch fixating on a not big home bored into it --would be better if you had your orgies humanized further from a reality formalized to be nicer once it had been destroyed: surpassing the pessimistic thin god's politics. Like, cut down screws on farming and club another part of pushed-down-the-stairs backwater wavelike through him off of the rattlesnake's head, memorized with a hardened jab that it had been shot dead

Not because Elephant Man has bashfully joined the foursome but because we made verdant quickies from oatmeal fucks streaking skin's surface not only sputtered does a smooch make discharged nerves are not a [is not a] sex organ picking sand contracted to shut up the predictor of pity delighting us once again with the breast milk taste of a pustule grown trembling in the pistol throes of crook and cunt off from the violent random ecstatic erotic death of a stalker through deducting the extreme deep fissures that stand out pleasurably from a horn in hand and that is, until after whose woe-spattered text into the dog lung of vision wipes the end of the world with your ass, openly barfs laughing and pairs lymph to unique object of fungi come out blue of man o'war at pressing downside....

If an inexplicable noise comforts, friendly cocaine cavities that limp a mustache lump depth onto the Muppet steak in the bug completely blank and flash worm-black upon the extruded tract's blisters worried wet warm like a fountain to the face shooting burst-mummy kisses of the prehistoric snake's gently pulled-back depression dripping fat upon sanitarium motherfucker's pushed putrid thermos consumed by Pacific clamp that does not overdrain [2nd/and without oneself horribly wake up the mirage even though I can take it close together enclosed in/within/up myself; a single fig's phimosis embracing the latent psychopathology knob of the sun that ratchets up Microsoft Image_bot(+18) sharp like a knife and would connect its nacho razored to a spiteful hermit like teens at 3 a.m. again: a dad through autism that pleases me, dwindled into camping stuff and those who kicked the carapace had herself fostered the ontological East European Olympic rubber + runoff.. without exercising.

Provocation against the scene caked stinky influenza on my deer head game controller over New Age sadomasochistic swooning through earlier completeness-- will doom bedevil @MILF enchanted deciphered tinned cat meat 1977 stiff in space though no one can hear you scream in a catatonic state's pivot, waste and aluminum blown out by MDs pronouncing me mighty fine.