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6 bloody mary's/2 cups of Rossi (Free verse) by Crakyamuni

Play that toy like it was a twenty something toy or some thing/ We are so fucking rampant and hopeless/ Let's dive onto our feces and live to love it's stench/ Chances are you'll destroy colors Chances are you'll destroy colors Lets kill the puppies and make some color It's all part of my mind We'll destroy every fucking puppy and call it peace of mind

edpeterson 4-Mar-05/11:36 AM
I love the way you rhyme mind with mind. It is stench. very nice.




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