Weed strength Clark Gable Answered “Yes” to “Available?” Yesterday’s cologne, smelling like a Boots Tester’s clothes Took her to The Gables for steaks, mid range wine, chocolate fudge cake Afterwards she chewed my cable during The Traitors, clueless Garraway Dodgy box no cable Annual payment to a flat off Capel Rogered her box no rubber… Read more: Oral pigmentation
My soul became So blotted a page Nothing white cotton remained. Something’s stuck in my eye I had to say. Through at fugitive pace The churned way she has assuredly taken, Where the lurid and satyr find their safe haven.
For his betraying Christ, tonight we are out wren hunting. From this aping of Naboth’s grapery We uproot every elder trace Who fast held as Judas gasped His neck having failed to snap.
Too shy to raise my hand and ask I would rather waddle home damp My sealed thighs bundling soiled strides Hanging loincloth pendent otherwise Far from then now, far as gate-tending Time allows I’m happy asking now. In fact, I’m happy announcing aloud, freed of tact Exactly what denomination of ablution will be afoot in… Read more: Do hands dream?
I watched a mucky sod suddenly sodden with startled starling shadows Knew God. Struck out for new clod, floundered in cod-haunted shallows I imagined dashed ambitions matching my uncapturable mission: Flodden King bonnie King dead, bonfire-fit banner trodden; Napoleon’s modern Army newly modelled useless as quadriremes bottled. You could not accuse this wittering ditherer of… Read more: Secret bonfires
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