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A hard life (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

From pristine shelter into stoic virgin vastness Travelling through the whiteness of time standing still. To tunnel into an individual world and sit staring jigging. A pull. Finger tracing the hash marked flesh and freedoming. Striking bundling returning To his sweet prune and raisins that use Nothing more.

Bachus 11-Dec-02/10:06 PM
it's not about the son of osiris and clitiris he was paraded on pillows and spoiled by the slee-stacks the hardest thing he's ever felt ever was a ten and a half inch hard black idaho blackened po-tat-oe shaped like an obelisk squatters most scrumptuous fantasy an bigger obelisk. unless the raison is gay penis and the prune is the purse.e




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