oh how those carefully crafted serenades evocative sorcery by word and song and false virtue even split fairly the last bag (found its way there from a sweaty hoisery sole off the eurostar; this i have found being the best way to safely transport it) - oh the lengths one man will go to, to get his end away - oh how this dark deed keeps a record on my memory and what started off a supposed (seven year crotch itch issue) resolved with three brief teenage thrusts of that surprisingly and now most annoyingly toned behind can now be to me so very unresolved it then is: weighing me down and thrilling me like the touch of a rapist enlightened. OH PLEASE GET OUT OF MY HEAD i don"t want the summersaults you now bring
Is that your pleasure by the way, I would like to know? brief kick thrills false promise followed? As you wile away the days crystalized powder jaunts ongoing constantly like the feed is visits from daddyyouknowwho-: throwin out that chang machine! sad and dressed up to me somehow its the fake snow churning spurting out at a disneyworld florida white californian style christmas (all for a price) that comes to mind so of course he will listen (smiling and a nodding bell boy hand held open for the tip sucking you dry like stephenstreet and management fees) when you spurt like a fool you purport "she's crazy'" gesturing through the gap in the door with the handle broken on the side of your bedroom where I lie waking wet warm stain between the legs reminding me of your evening handiwork a climax after all these years - stark realisation as my ears prick to the sound of him as I am verbally violated in the next room - more teenage style tugs of the insides ensue this time its rupturing and I could do with an ambulance back to the soft throws and folds of a broad irish mancunian let him toss my feathers - in whose very arms I now lie guilt-Ohrwurm-sight of the mind ensuing.
'I'm happy' he says at one point transfixed on creating from the digging deep of a dinger into mottled dirty skin a previous non blemish lo and behold before you know i return from the outside it its two hours later such has this bore hole of conjealed bloody matter held your freebase chopped and changed altered ego so... that... red ink trickle smudgeings running down the kneecap joining the welcome party below: cracked parque floor broken glass tobacco ash dirty strips of crumpled cling wrap winding under and over and between and who knows what other drug detritus lies collected there...time flies when you are having your fun.
oh how the devil did make light work for my idle hands...i maybe a girl in a dirty skirt damn me though for still i willingly guiltily and this time unpaid popped my own femimine opaque digitts in carbonfingernailed sweaty briefs for a fumble in the growth and pulled them off with my teeth and i will never live it down. Those drug addled swimmers released without warning making their way through me still now are too stoned I hope for any comeback? I know it be your mission to populate the girls of the world with your stain seed. Not me not me not ME and jus incase you haven't realised from reading this I'm kicking myself for being sucker punched and injected with your goods in the first place (well, as much as for a brief moment I did enjoy the ripped frilly knickers and restraint and accompanying teasing kiss - that bit is right up my street, but considering the act you laid on me beforehand I guess this bit was a falsified passion also).
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