Category: Filí my pockets
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Her vagina was the saga-secreting wound in the back of a dying Valkyrie
Darker and dark those arts I practiced More brutal whips were cracked Until her latticed flank resembled the Nazarene’s back And still she came back She came and came and came, and drank All that came Lank days, greased straight In that post-beef languor Full sex no hang ups Had to leave sorry notes up…
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Dirty sex poem only wretched, toilet-tempered night ghouls could ever enjoy
Running rates trading posts would go crazy for Pedometer gains daily equivalent to four restless postmen’s range Smoking haze by acre, through societal change, post-dem USA Reading tracts of Rabelais and it makes more sense than Reddit takes. Got chambermaids, chambered eights Chambers made stately by shameful eighths Chambers made up, for anyone who wants…
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Worthy
Fifteen year waiting room just to see a painting And when at last you get inside to view the installation You part a tacky beaded curtain. Art where the art isn’t the art; You must read supplementary literature to truly be a part You see only a canvas, blank as Mars, and the stubbed out…
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PARO OFF D HEAD
Spend the journey tucking tight to pillars, ducking diving to stay hidden Paranoid some villain has sniper scopes trained on me, his hopes My hope’s end, God knows for what, jealousy of my dope empire; Perhaps he’s mad I bagged his baddie, now he’s brave because he’s high His cuz and guys gassed him up…
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3 days later still coughing up horseblood
Acid visions of astral transit Visitations by aliens, ancient ancestors Elves made of machinery, eager to chat, the pull of them A tunnel of mirrored cubes, with no divisions betwixt Girdling a twisting Styx of rushing lava, spine a ladder Which orgasm climbs at climax time, a milk dragon Ferried me to far Orion, where…
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