bitten tongue where the dreams of lizards was.
the wizard sung a song about the gifted one.
which was I found relaxing wherever the river runs.
flame close while yours seem distant...son.
what a persistent cunt armed with a caramel mocha
the magic continues until the fairy tales over.
my days will be spent laying on this amazing felt sofa.
the thought of that is hilarious enough that I almost fell over.
well rested with my bungee cord not properly belt tested.
vulture in the room inhale the smell...intestines.
sunny days make me burn while I make a funny face.
you could get folded & molded right into my fucking waist.
my skin will wrap you up like a small burrito.
and will make a better point...if Shaq hit all his freethrows
the bombardier getting blown like these common queers
wherever the awkwards near you can find me...crying awkward tears
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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