The funny one dies as I pour the steak on him. He liked smoothies so we simply hung his shoes outside, it rained we needed to use, clean hanging outside the balcony was a man who wanted to feel like clothes. The material got so fucking damp the wire it rested on never broke, showered him however below.. the man was sprinkled on the magical garden… An old lady asks how I make them grow so slow? Well ma’am you know I need to make sure human actually feel mother at her core!
Her warmth, then the cool, he never felt more welcomed into earth. These things take a god to measure appropriate, know however if you sing a little they sure talk. Now unfold… I know you’ve got a voice…
My response to the above is psychopath at the worst. Friend street and I make sure I’m the one gifting copies to this neighborhood. They groan so so cold.. but but the weather is only a volcano.. what are we burned?
Still woman it takes long. Should be dust but drenched in cum. Incoming dimensional fold, hold… Breathe in and let out your VOICE Mo’
–.. VERSE FOR THE VOICELESS 
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