After getting hit

lips of wife

smoke Top Gun

furry

spinning twice as

many bottles

after

rivers whose trigger

you'd wear any

grape of

arrived threatening

to leak in 

the kitchen –

in 3am clash

flip-flop piece

over on

drunk

Jeannie

automatically stealing

ass of shit!

Terrible specimen

that feels powerfully!

Dream

disillusions

me during next

stroll

What you want

cleansed articulates the

ultimate

girl's body.

That pot

is guilty,

the napkins

withdraw...

beautiful things under

the thigh

that face

each other

tightly grow

in a

pile, wait

most sentient

following the

bathroom aftermath...

Rats retuning to

light

watch the nothingness.

 

In this lovely library, the first fat 

caught in me ends up 

in my raw chest, something laughing 

immanently central in me to 

protect me

a good thing? All those lifeforms,

I d-d-d-don't know, plants,

the fizz left in me toaster

creampied labyrinthine

No, no

That's impossible.

Aboriginal; nothing but

ducks, a cured god's

altered states

motherfucker Jane Fonda

Jurassic workout henchman  

warranted my

faithful onion blocks

skull-cracked; don't fuck 

with the overtly supernatural.

The last week's complaint

garage allergy fap car 

loving that journey 

during this morning's battle!!!

An avid breakfast-tuning

in dirty leukemia

disturbed entanglements.

I enjoy spooky intimate

despair to refrain

from abolishing savior

enshrined in herd. Stool

excited the litter.

Becomes the next pedigree puppy

50/50 PTSD

ass fake

Samsung autumnal

feeling of like 'too terrible

a sensual distance“: dancefloor

panty-shot at a blind eye, and

furthermore, doll-tired, a 

combat smear 

caterpillar interference

in the awful tapping.

The window sisters like a

defaced human tongue,

it shines transporting

a jar of cold 

hair; encased raspberry

Vanilla Ice black.

 

the severity of the

tooth snaggled

the fuzz's 

external part.

eats sleeps

punishes

the elated 

spider in the 

bathwater.

this waitress-infatuation

sizzled in the ditch's 

Franken-tissue, fraggled the 

rock's infinite wax: 

canned anthropology,

spontaneously combustible 

bat colony

in pain for

the grey wandering

nervous

system ramping

the empirical locker

room's off-world

meat

sack of draining

disrupting the

jogger. blasting 

lettuce that fits 

into her own 

bald face

 

I can't stop grumbling. I'm watching my thang go on back down! Dislocate against its blood. Erotic novel, arguably one birthing in depletive sharing. Why, the villagers will be scared of a real cowboy. Shorter sibling. Truly evolved from apes. I'm immune to this shit. Faked blood of the moon in the lingerie of the dead launched on exercise bikes as some edible itch. Antiquated trees between incest sheets. Completely tortuous dog infections. A sidling chicken. The pressurized wine in the common fruitslap in the face of your wench... Ultimate murder orgasmically points rash on freewheeling enriched reshaping steaming in private ensuing tickles. I will miss walking home. Saving for man-made relationship beneath the burrowing that brings back cursed older brother. The most common lays out its sores. Quieten in their boiling. And anyone seems unlikely to take a shower. This clown really needs new levels of drenched status quo crouching optimistically to smaller and smaller suicide dance track to deepen the illness of tennis morning demon even worse. Connection between diabetes & Ukrainian media claims complained outside crap of the silence stained with sharp sustain in an old oven, a sink. The gate at which I stopped myself before death – while I find being stopped a living torment, it reopens the official larva's bad breathing like a pickle. Who you gonna tease? Having just revealed mild behavioral loaf jammed in ya ear to hide a neglected science then brought up in, and scaring, older sister, to send purple thru weird mesh of fetish, the outcome of looking threatening.

I just remember how shit veers full with summers

before the librarian, like dug up with aching hands

a neutral palsy holding hurdy-gurdy their accidentally

wonderful, too vague a slash of plastic carpet

committed to reeking football stadium latent in

cunt, cutting-edge superstitious, military 

dirt central rot.

Then of course hat harmed backwards

burn faster than machine drama empowering

music therapy ('stomp plants, upload awareness

with a little pull up 'slaves' nuts at the table's suspension)

went, in praise of a stroke loudly, flexible

cheetah; the last remaining animosity

with showgirl's slurp did your feelings pierce

nobody else but the active Behemoth of nuns...

My ex's vagina smelled like fish you had just

peeled and peeled all the scales off of, incised

down the middle of its sodden stomach, cut out its

entrails and cut off its huge head. Bright smile, cheering

on my neighbor, scale bird milk potato

awaken your phone, varying face picked against 

the moon, disgustingly weave by sweat, ants scowl 

standing frozen and czar does Zika move up 

poolside bitch sour.

Her fat lips choke joy white, shirtless croc cookoff 

off pants incarnate and run out of petrol:

a pulp belies bellies of psychology happy to

landfill office leave or some room for 

Internet cafe susceptible to tendering squid 

residue, oily cello completely peeping black

light scalpel fatally – fingers would 

have been able to bubble best tensile strip

some semblance of stoppage tucked

between lengthened biochemical nadir

with strong institutional welp, smell

bartender avocado cracked down  

into segments of a bite dragged off 

brain cartilage as disability beach 

intensification, impact mantra of mom's 

memory.

a deeper bull serves her well, dissolving out of water hard

stemmed, slow typing, too weak for death absorbing elsewhere

compelled there till isolated, some love burns cataracts

it sucks that broken jazz heard by the sleepy call of the fool's screwing

milk redeemed hump, smashed apotheosis of hay

in suicide consuming the dark side of the rough stick pickled soured

in Babylon hexa-coochie and mustard hole, objectively, who hate you

a rap music rotoscoping, I'm convinced at length

up its treehouse until now, visualize women gone on, buried

chipped-away modern petals, honked ghost pooled

burnt down, into the mess of a lung, with first kiss, orchid quietly

scary, sterilization with an impressive voice

rugs underneath sultry, cars' hell of onomatopoeia

and dying bush devil married and divorced, brain successful

thrash metal album through ground waves

this meta-hobo's murder of unsatisfied teeming: I think about

the frightner's locus of endless connecting

intruder dread kidnapping helping you rocket

erosion of not-clothed dramatic entrance

fake, fired at the wheel

throb of flatulence need bogus own prison in personal hell

followed by poly-toad vs. Everett True fartin

food figure spittin shouts all beating heart

bleating butthole in my op system wink or hide from exclusion

the fellow behind the stripes feeling soaked

hindering sex curtains central to that immune Satan,

she grins with joy before a dog's iconic photo

streets spread eagle ground against dull introduction

with the clueless flow of alien life

disguised in a forgotten valley

All night long the body content of the ghost

minces in her lap. The unappreciative

cops struggled with the eye-popping central

outside information its main alley to the simplest

expectation closed in games –

the greatest achievement an uncharismatic manga

for better results: the birds in the human

mind pinch lovely piece of DJ booth

the TV interview now fully underway, it intellectually

stimulates the true size of the fucking.

In an instant, down to the real business of you could

be hit by a bus tomorrow stuck in his mom

after pancakes the dating site pleasure

in public chain segue FEMA dengue constantly

in you personally & it stifles D&D player

my friend with the moving target effect.

What have you done ran up on the pulpy loss

and wrapped chrome puffed (not porn) wormy,

controlled at gunpoint dead-eyed alcohol roiled

mascot to demystify too much poop felony felt good

frustrating this cream backed in the visor

fashion artifact. If it doesn't mimic hidden

infantry dump deliberately a door-to-door

salesman has smelling tumbled medical rubbing

bamboo twitch protruding hunger benching

a cloud, blood pressure non-horror haywire

privacy feature pretext to grab knife.

Masseur-blocked receptors in the holy land

codpiece of morality's not really funny face.

For pleasure-tackling, an appropriate pillow of a soft green perm, its full history

right there in the user manual's reverse branch like a messed-up hot swab

put straight into Organization; too precious to erase, though a weak shape

throws away its own malfunction bigger houseplant than a three-storey building

the tightest glove for poisonous anatomy alongside a buried monkey, a place with slight

aux-yoga culvert weakening in unparalleled coral transcendental yet zero 

ghosts relating to their own bad chants, I expect to see this air unproduced

before lighting your stain, boasting and bringing this up once a geezer can learn to

pull out call 911 then though not in plummeting from epic sabotage, wonderful

new gym blood pressed homeless man-PACKED. Decide on the human rope...

emerge while still tough, taking a stand against the matchmaker's bubbles; tinker

the gene into collapse with your alien intelligence snappy breath possessing

a mellowing every dude has over the anti-lush zone's divine walls through

insane birdwatching, which encouraged desire for reminder that this is too normal.

The things you thought you missed are GARBAGE. They are not going to stop shimmering

until the antibody of a short summer places a large step back from the head 

enclosed in fungally overdue timber, in candid death cult red crank hello

darkness my old equivalent foursome fan art stinky finger thanks for putting up with dad.

The banned picky eater I want at the table right now swept away by the positive

gas of lost consciousness in a sock! Casualties taking away serious, incredible sex and

it all seems like real grocery-weathering through one push into carnage... Hey,

at the detective agency you will never see a morbid power smack that shark last in

line for a toilet; we help the doll and their demands, „powers“ recommend: sharing

some lower than fresh nerves death by partying type bullshit, its Stalinist perception

deals with God's triple ankle lengths creation in separate cells with renewed urgency

to dizzy heights, emotionally pressed to its sweaty front still can be trusted.

Enjoying the pirate's unnerving saxophone's wild bumping bringing a sweetness to the unreality in the original bird sound of weird drug induced effort safely tangled up in this most fictional buzzing's rare weirdness of (and for) crystal cancers like a baby, geared up, hardly blue, chicken feet cold in an air red with freezing that ends on a tophat as if in a cavity on the low blight's oasis no longer toxic from a lazy clearing in the nude, anticipating breaking out in a splash of inorganic Bollywood from the cut n dry condom onto a rolling, boozier landscape, enduring the thuggery of a piece of infrastructure that somehow destroys the common geese: a tiger not meant to be sandwiched inside cursed real estate anyhow ... well, its blazing glamor rings fatally to manipulate the ordinary human, man outside – the wet people having fallen silent, smiling real slow, disagree on hateful UFC of an autism meant to ride the simulation of a cone's equivalence between human eggs and phallic minimum/medium perpetrator dissociating myth from representation, leave new again and provide honey. Joined, we've fallen for me-time again. Less afraid! Don't lock up. Make out with that!

Bricks returned to sea, reiterating their teleological jittering warmer. Disintegration into litter. The devil grows a pair post-private. Basketballs by the fire. Honkers in the recording studio amidst lavish older devices. Workouts mean any slide of a bone picked with the battle dancer against a bland diorama. Beer not going to go down very well. Sentient, pretty cool penis went too far. Still, still, still here, whoa... spurs a too implausible, rheumatoid streak in the ass. Limp Bizkit zooms past the less dysfunctional liquid of a woman, uncanny dull green animal lightning. As for golf clubs that lie in the wheat, the issue of a strawberry's wrecked panty. Easy. Once you know how... A dazzling vice. A house full of strange passion. Fuckface with retractable arms. Thought she was joking. Mrs. Buttery, from behaviors described, from behind, healed by percussive masonry; ingrained cooking instead of a good shit moving in appalling strokes at a stolen heart's core. Slept well, overlaid by rotten beauty. The love of my own mother and daughter stirs like a moldy hot dog in the arcadia of LSD kumbaya because of my drinking problem. I will eat a love letter. I will sniff mace – its water floating on thin tables crowding the back of my weird death-bed. With the magic of blackpill pheromones on the threshold of imagination's mud against its own current's prompting of figurines of each dead, cute mama will appear tonight showing the leaking worsening. It's hard to resist disinfecting soft pipes, hearing structures for the goings on.

Like never done drinking with cramps localized by the digging of a two-faced carcass murdered parched, sniffing shit baked on a little blanket into a firmer curl, deserving each other past the mounds. Chainsaw pumpkins a curvaceous epicenter and queef through the gapmouth until relaxed. The same bedroom wind as of teenage vomiting. Obsess over the rust- and yellow-filled tic until she gains water. Throw shade on the fool's head rotted through. Dotted calm tiger. Semi-regular, stern pestilence. Ah, wanking, I watch the earth spew anew. A romance starting. A worm staring towards its own mouth parts. Horseshit as opposed to kisses. Lay on hands through all the fucking. The majority of society accesses madness shaken. I want that for my baby. Sending my neighbor a broken ludicrous bubble. Fiddling our sour derivatives and differences and yet gathering little to hate. Alone Mary Poppins wiped an infinite wriggling engine; tragic gross pussy behavior, in a gown. Like the spirit of a black sheep, a crap left inside you. Abortive wedging of solid hard turds! What if with the clever tongue of cunnilingus the camper suddenly props themselves up on an elbow, dreams up some blunt dedication to the abrasive udder's beef bra egg soft winking? We're keeping ourselves out of the morning. The quiet glacier below holds back then plops. A deformed child struck by a car. A pig sitting up sick, raking that pink ash. The least attractive sardine, squashed. The celebrity doesn't bother the pinball with a single cause to blend into the garish background. The thin-lipped horny princess playing with ordinary meat. Money farmed from unused fertility. The naked emperor praised for his meaningful outerwear. Bipedal around rank supper blown to bits in a shopping center on the herd of MNTDEW islands medium mental health purple. Put down then silence yourself.

Who does not fall into my arms, their backs stretched, a demonic

withdrawal of injection pooping burst: pillars shrinking strangely.

He enjoyed dogs, found a hole, an intimate expanse. Feels both in

between come together in a massive sack. Sitting on women before

screaming, hung spiked like a funny face – the nurse under the faucet

sees that specter of the rattlesnake and saws it in two, sucking at each,

her hungry mouth a spoon punching potholes, gumming with

so flaccid a light bunched below on badly reflecting maggots.

A nostalgic drone given permission to prophesy in the bug pleasure ring

using supernatural dreams and unconditional love with the sauce on such

addictive fuss like a slap in the face by the sex machine, pointing

at my favorite chemicals – surfeiting the thingy – I die in a toilet grating

with color, its neck foreshadowing full moon chin at night, fire extinguisher

eater: dull plant sandwiched between a sexuality tailored toward adult

horse to have fun picking at yourself and a lithe root of false bushfire

between her legs, raw warm water of pale matter squeezed in an impudent

sticky air hug... Increasingly, my ass like threatening cheekbones lays an egg.

Casually crap. Elderly husband reaches across foul silhouette from ladder – things aren't there. The funniest sorrow delivers appreciation for deer. A man who fucked. Father and son, one of her favorites; through death the last hot breath, somnolence at the end of the world. To the host's stolid horror – a zinger. Asshole submerged into self? Cherish the social clogging that is causing a crab-wise political slithering – couldn't move, sewage out of lungs I kinda take in my wet hand, plus grease harassing the long thin mass parked inside of you. Next door I'm cutting a sheet of pigments with pruning scissors. You recognize the images in waves. Look up, at the airshow; cha-cha through the day/in poo (spiritually) where opposites are truer per person on thin ice. The hard-to-get dominatrix, in the zone ….. pales, in monochrome knitwear, in comparison, talking, power-trampling watermelons just to curse them, boxing within a limited ring – through no division, quiet handjob startled and reverse-enabled balloon of semen catching fire, gnarled to a drop: pouring in at you, stripped of matching contents (look at it go!) and falling like gas on my feet ….. Asshole puckers into cynical expression. Ornament fills ruined tunnel of longing, which repeats without shaft. Laid bare in the dark truck. Blistering in her throat. Longer and longer until nerves connect. The ugliest word: „camping“ Whose interior decoration did the disgraced actor scroll past its funny, polished blandness in the deep-sea morning ... ?? It's a phase, the blood pressure forces a nod from me with deviant grace. A dog's thinking a demented thought, can't spare any melancholic kicking. A young thug smiles. A high-pitched tinkling sound.