Sunday, February 2, 2020

A !!!!!

What maybe a trinket for show spread on top of a blanket, with the past behind you- make it last, for the time being at least and put your bitch on a leash, she’s gushing YEAST !!! YES !!! YEAST !!! Like an infection that needs inspection-, make it hurt without “protection-” under a gyno’s detection…

Look in the puddle,

See your reflection


With contemplation- the such and such matters get-at’ter

Badger badger badger — I made jew out of clay


And look out for danger with your Uncle Jay’s anger  but only when there’s no green bud to be seen, his wife a burnout too, some queen … drugged like Charlie Sheen, hardly any tits, they can’t be seen, with a withered breastbone in-between

Oh ouch, drug-use giving you a preemie baby, yes may-be, him on steroids I’m not paranoid- I’ve been to the edge with a smidge of summa dat sweet tight-er tunnel like a dirty spot, it is what it’s not when it get’s too hot with your girl, out of this world, sans champagne you drinker- Never be the same with a car and a blinker, oh the alcohol it takes its toll with Ultra pure-gold and a drunk grandfather, he stumbled and faltered falling down — often shitting his pants — my Mom put out the traps for the ants, infesting in his home and he was prone — alas, to drinking upon waking always faking — “Do they know I’m drunk ?? “ — into the Abyss you have sunk, on a test you flunked, wake the fuck up you dirty, old punk shut the fuck up, old man, you do what you can and that’s that your shit of the day — remember the clay ???

Now I know my Mom’s pain — of being the lawless daughter of a dead Egyptian Mummy in a (Desrosiers) tombstone, bare of flowers, Andy falters and falls down what a clown, J. in her night-gown overgrown overflowing with a Trojan Army whose so smart ??? Is it me ??? Or is it she ???

…My Justine was 9 years younger, however that-fact didn’t make me hunger — nothing special about youth, don’t you know the truth ??? Hard drives of disposed, look at Santa’s red nose — hadda bit o’ whiskey ??? Thin lizards — thin Lizzy — whisker’s on the kitty !!! And,

Oh what an armpit’s pity . . . for sure you need “critique” but you fear the leap ,  it’s right, it’s ripe, and it’s — WAIT — it’s not “rape” at the gate of hate, I have nonesuch fate, while “saving face” — that smoker is a disgrace — the opposite of L.’s daughter I don’t know, she didn’t show

Take a trip to the tinder.com but it’s not for your mom - for chrissakes she’s married with a leopard leotard retard of “The Squad” — she squats and shits, oh this is it, the baby “makes” for Mummy reading “C++ for Dummies” — do you get it ??? No, then take another hit, or a drag off this schwag you sniff, and what happened To maybe Ashley Hannan’s fate (for her?) but don’t wait and fill up your plate with this color of paint, oh don’t you gno ??? 4 serious, I’m not delirious I’m a craft of a sketcher- this’ll get her, c’mon kitty, come to Daddy up the stairs and no one cares of where’s the Samsung Galaxy in the stars I accessed ??? In my bed, Tini was undressed !!!

Made it last all night, her asshole was alright, not to mention the best two Oh’s I’ve ever had, don’t become a Dad, that way, oh it was fore-play just joking (???) I’ve beheld, done went to the special place at the Edge of Space with a shining shiny God — HE IS NOT A FRAUD !!!!! I assure you Legit, get married to a bitch with more than enough of it (you know, “IT”) what the shit ??? Now cut it OUT and fish for trout- you’ll come this route to the root oh what a hoot so hot it makes my balls freeze at zero-degrees don’t you see ??? Icy cold tit nip of a wench — Larry Bird sat on the bench in a cinch, waiting for Michael Jordan then, all like “What the??" with some eggs laid by a hen…

Smile Smile, Shift-y, oh isn’t this nifty ??? 50/50 or 51/49 like me channel 51 was TLC blood sugar sex with the facts that I checked while only playing chess and drinking gasoline from Hess, Oh but the STRESS your syllables you can’t un-hold, so you fold- that shirt that Mummie knitted, something something with Kim Kitteridge off a plane and I’m very much-so not INSANE, to plead, please, watch the worn vagina bleed crimson red-  Justine got it all over my bed — why’d she do that ??? Tit for tat, she fell and went SPLAT!

My cousin’s sperm (new son) is affected with the steroids in his chromosomes and genome... 

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