MY THOUGHTS ARE PURE.... I TASTE EACH KIND WORD AS I INHALE. BUT ON MY SHOULDER SITS SATAN HIS LUSTFULL LAUGHTER LINGERS LIKE A LAVISH LONGLASTING LOBOTOMY. HE SUBDUES SUCH SUCCULENT SYLABLES RANDOMLY REBUKEING REVERERANT REMORSE FOR THE SINFULL SAINTS...MY LIPS BLISTER FROM THE EXHALE .......A FUCK YOU IS BORN.
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Terry dailey (Pseudonym) (
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Yes, yes, yes, put him in his place! -- phoenix
Great write
Good writing. Nice
Thanks
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