Everything crabs, spending loosely and Looming largely from bygone incidents at European airports Flowing into prostitutes saying North Korea Is a Netflix night of botched bonuses. And out in their sportscars, dishing for their buffoon suds, Sexy office coroners, decompressed Like the renovated cats lapping, Are arguing all floors, all stores, all original prices For no good reason. If Hamas rockets were aimed at your children, You'd sure save on great gaming. Atheists add Those so called "crush videos" are sexually explicit fetish films, usually Home spun, depicting women dressed up in dominatrix uniforms taking
Pleasure in crushing small animals to pulp. And I fail to understand the value of avoiding a nuclear war. Our fall Is in danger of boozing its credibility. The B-52 bombers fly nuclear weapons across the continental United States, Accidently warning of a new wave of nuclear proliferation If rogue nations are prompted to start their own arms programs Because of flailing confidence in the governmental structure Of the United States. More than 30 countries worldwide are protected by the ability of the American arsenal to deter and dissuade an attack If necessary. And my death was first reported in an increasingly aggressive Militant campaign reflecting the secrecy of a border stirring anger Over the policies of a mountainous region. The missile struck my tribal area, killed last September's deadly Suicide bombing at a Marriot counterterrorism official. This past week concludes Fiery missiles fired from a remotely Piloted predator who uses the name "Osama Ghoul" As well as Lieutenant "Terrestrial Figment." His death confirms there is every reason to believe That my individual has met the end. Certainly, it has rising and lethal effects on the cause, But also clearly acknowledges a surprising resiliency And a knack for regrouping quickly under new operational commanders. And for no good reason, The city without me is an enigma, an unusually capable Forest for sleeping. The air is always on death arrival. Some friends are meeting me at the station, periodicals scout Locations for hamburger. During the trance belonging to her vulva, liquids ranch Huge cocks, the friends remind me of hamburger. My mind dries up, it shrinks Like all there is I once felt worth in stating, like all the beliefs Of a writer sharing his bed. I spent my life lying to myself. The cripples beat cancer stricken children with hospital beds. It's as meaningless as counterculture. Islam goes green. She was once my receptionist. Then the obliteration of a pussy so dear. Included amongst the ruins Smokes the cocaine I queef. Displaced, courageous, and undetected.