THE BIRTH OF CONCEPTION

Terry dailey

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.

  • Author: Terry dailey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 13th, 2017 13:09
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Phoenix8523

    Yes, yes, yes, put him in his place! -- phoenix

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • neharocks

    Good writing. Nice



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