

25 secondsyou were disscratched by an immigrant. in an armani, you pop often into a hurdles. you do sit-ups without your shirt. what makes a shirt your shirt? a hilt of coconut spanking, or a mama rolls erection pillage? fart me, for i am shitted onto a cap. hapless and amiable, i roll towards your mindsets and twist them onto my liking. you might consider me a donkey, or a penis for a fuck. enquiver me with a tingling phallus. for i shit.25 seconds


ich bin cubamega tendril orchid vertabrae of venerable monk cacaisms. here i am again with a buttler of marinade cure on my forehead, resting like a portable goemon strap. my ass it is like a variable orgy of butter, amishes and merengue paste. you break my blood, i fart uigedaal at you. tsantali du amo. i caca you, you caca me, we're even. pierre celissinen, your signature selection erects my nosehair. we're left spinning in the air, jarek is a collateral damage upon men, not women.ich bin cuba


C-walka cat with a lucky strike buys you a coffin made out of attorneys and cum web. you variously bye him and wrong the cauldron of journaling urethas. aura cheese bergmans keenly turn their wanks into a bore upon your heat receiver. none of the heads were sucked into the blooming candlelight arrests. the infamous broom man erects his cock and pranks the circular eruptions of jon voight.C-walk


Montresseur du bukkakeToday's dram of Jalifa. Kai and Jarek are fatalitying men and women on ultimate Master II. Nottingweiler, a penis cops out a rare girdle. I faint. And feel a latissimus dorsi in my asscheekage. Latissimus doris, i pant outerwardlingly as my bomber of IPA butts a puertorican bare-chested Bunuel fanboy. Homicidal wrongness amasses its buffoons into my caroline. Caroline no, my cock is a surge of power among the kindred malibu comics villains. I herald a lost penis and Silvio is my true nature.Montresseur du bukkake

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See you space cowboy...
I think I shall be watching you from now on.
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Walk backwards. Watch snails. Dance barefoot. Skip rocks. Study less. Dream more.
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If you understood poetry and magic, you'd understand it doesn't matter. (Tom Robbins)
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If you understood poetry and magic, you'd understand it doesn't matter. (Tom Robbins)
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If you understood poetry and magic, you'd understand it doesn't matter. (Tom Robbins)
what inspires you to write them?
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"It's a facinating voyage of pain and despair that leaves you emotinally drained and satisfied, like fucking a burning dolphin" - Yahtzee
Great works, I have read about ten, and I like them all.
I have never read poetry in which I so anxiously anticipate reading the next line.
I am left speechless in ecstatic envy of your artistic brilliance. (not to sound obsessive or fanatic or anything)
Thank you.
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