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PancakeBrah
This is Norwegian Wood. Feel the violin undulating
The strings so underestimated. I’m feeling violent.
And the color violet is all I see after it’s souls decimated.
I feel better about yourself already. Reading the instructions to this do-it-yourself machete.
The annointed king of pointy things. I exist, so you know you aren’t above me.
My monsters handcuffed. Behind bars. Do you want me?
The ultimate scenario. Not even slightly unfocused.
Unzip your skin-tights with my opus. Inform you of it.
When you look down, get hit right in the forehead.
Sit tight. Fellatiate. My salamander while you salivate. The master
I want to be the reason you drink. This feelings n’sync.
And there ain’t a lake full of timber the could ignite the embers, I think.
Of course you look up to me. In a naked portrait of myself you’d quit. Exaggerate my abdomen
Accentuate the crevices. Give me a 12 pack. Extenuate. I’m extra masculine