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Eloquent Let Hang the Red unworthy fig

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Let us have it long , with pressure on the gland of appetite and itch, this is the whim on the line on the space between the dead cold tinctures near are breast and the mothers of soft intervention with intervene and give birth to our wild respects and settle shh , shh , shh.
Beautiful blonde reaches late at her feet the cunt of intimacy passed too many times at the dinner of her ravage and seen as mad wet animal...

Dada et dada da la te ta tit tat tat
Tee tee taa taa tee tee tee taaa taa taa tee tee taa
How oh hurt oh her complex camp of Roman knives

So slave are the backworld roads of rotten limbs and sleeves and arm hung postures of mutherfuckers a live in currant fig fuck scented loves, unworthing of a fig is this writing , to write , something doesn't make sense , something just isn't making sense , haven't written anything worth a fig...

Blown posture , after the long day's rack jerk off of stoics and the painful ear of infection let's the spurrs down and down comes the pussy , in the shadow aphorism.

No , no , no .... this is nothing , not intended , the above is false and needle thin , it is no woman ,it is no killer , it is no fig .

Let the insects clean up after the ground drys.

Darling , I am foretold as silly ....

artists are goofs ....

Let's stay here until they throw us out.




Eloquent Let Hang the Red unworthy fig

Posted to Utterances




Let us have it long , with pressure on the gland of appetite and itch, this is the whim on the line on the space between the dead cold tinctures near are breast and the mothers of soft intervention with intervene and give birth to our wild respects and settle shh , shh , shh.
Beautiful blonde reaches late at her feet the cunt of intimacy passed too many times at the dinner of her ravage and seen as mad wet animal...

Dada et dada da la te ta tit tat tat
Tee tee taa taa tee tee tee taaa taa taa tee tee taa
How oh hurt oh her complex camp of Roman knives

So slave are the backworld roads of rotten limbs and sleeves and arm hung postures of mutherfuckers a live in currant fig fuck scented loves, unworthing of a fig is this writing , to write , something doesn't make sense , something just isn't making sense , haven't written anything worth a fig...

Blown posture , after the long day's rack jerk off of stoics and the painful ear of infection let's the spurrs down and down comes the pussy , in the shadow aphorism.

No , no , no .... this is nothing , not intended , the above is false and needle thin , it is no woman ,it is no killer , it is no fig .

Let the insects clean up after the ground drys.

Darling , I am foretold as silly ....

artists are goofs ....

Let's stay here until they throw us out.