Monday, November 23, 2009


Crayfish talk crayfish on banks beyond
My cock rotating between all three holes
Warm pan sharpens butter
Rich fries just about to die
We may not exist but really we exist
By existing ready to not exist as
We exist but really we do not exist
By existing not ready to exist
Long ago the universe falls
And gets me laid every time
Mountain and ale, mow and host
I carry a dildo to lunch, oops I
Guess it's ditch fowl
Stop bringing me what appears
For those who taunt

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