09-19-2019, 12:25 PM | #1 |
nok Su kow
Join Date: Jan 2013
Posts: 4,507
Battle Record: 1-1
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Throats be gone
No more talk, throat's be gone. Time to chalk some pokemon
We all got a lot going on Please just don't stop holding on Live wire blast out the mike myers mask Nothing to sell but when in deluge. Gotta climb higher, fast Angel wing pentagram. Schemin up better plans Dreaming of neverlands Couple winks to sink in the plethora sands I like to breathe through this pencil's glands Ben's a monster, vitriolic. Took a trip in and went and got it Dirfting to symbiotic Upon each limb's a goblin Luna's husk juice is cupped Mutant love in the mood for super-fucking You in a rubber dingy raft when you rub the genie lamp And subzero freeze the amp Who you think jammed the sword in stone? Planet warzone, I'll make a fan of your bones Vortex blender. Horny, restless. The more the messier Floral pendulum, portal bending. the aura threatens em Jason is moody, should have stayed in a group Get puree'd into smoothies. This not a play or a movie No trick up your sleeve. You ain't the azn in Goonies Faces glazed and oozing It's thine favorite.. jungle fever. Rapunzel weaver Chase it with a cup of ether I've seen castles in grains, atlantis in rain Black holes in stains Balance in brains and the chalice in chains Plus that precious palace in pain, sapphires in shame Giggity giggity, quagmire game Rekindle the past fire's flame to see into Channel path through candle wax Eyes flicker white-lights of cataracts Toxic disguise, they don't want us to rise so they box us with lies Eyes are quick sand. Viper with lightening spit glands Hawk appears, to witness me chalking pyramids That lift into walk-in mirrors Twisting, dropcicle wizards always hotbox the blizzard Cover pussy with poprocks and lick it Optical mystiks jot thoughts that are often explicit Vividpen. Premonition of conjugal visits My god your exquisite. Time stops for minutes Mind launch epiphanies that put the brights in sparks This light's an art- not designed for likes and hearts Life's horrific, such a beautiful scare Can damn near smell the moon in the air Sense-orgy. They all drop on you at once like musical chairs
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