Hard attack in the morning.

Hard attack in the middle of the night.

Mine are so small.

Maybe I have pussy envy.

Sophie and Kat tickle each other.

Kat pinches Sophie's flap.

The wicked lay a snare for me.

Fiddler on the roof, there's zombies hunting you too.

Give me understanding so that I may live.

I'll even relax and open my ass.

And you'll eat until spilled.

Later I slam a beer, studying the cosmic rarity of human beings.

Sophie and Kat pickle each other.

I take my clothes off in front of a manger.

Braindead smackdown in which a man-child refuses to conceive.

This is the fright of nothing filling my mouth.

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It's true

I think that life is stupid and shitty

I've thought for years and years and years

I'm screwed