“And being quite happy in Hades, he lifted up his bum...and fluffed...⠀™ Be playing Misty for me, Mr. Eastwood and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his uncircumsized prick in water to cool his foreskin; for I am tormented in this flame of Gonnorhea’.” JFC Duke 666: verse cunt meat curtain We open on Museheart kissing a scared parrot Sleepy dwarf fucks my bum until exfoliation defeats mind and body and ky jelly. I enter onto a stage of stupor or is it pooper? For there I feel pooped, I see poop, I hear shit, "I do not exist." Perhaps I'm a crazy old lady? An incessant droning old cunt in Alabama, buzzing off an arm, and boob and the back-up arm and boob have been sold for an African Grey named poetry. Low volume Bacchian music stirs me for a bit, then a bit more. Is that a knocking at the doggie door? I close my eyes and drift away as gay as a choir boy at play between the pews pee you. Let me stay here for ever Museheart bum closed no bowel movements no brown sausage maker no tears in my lower intestine surreal, like my poetry. And did I tell you? My parrot is a real talker, and he loves the Southern Cross. He's a rebel. He's a General Lee. Open my eyes forever oh, My Lordy. Take this fire crotch which consumes me inch by inch by yard, for I am in agony. And my cock is sore as fuck. SOMEONE SHUT THAT FUCKING BIRD UP! "To survive need I become like the rich man with no thought for the sore-covered starving Lazarus?" (A real museheart quote) Even if it sounds about as lesbian as a quote can get. I would rather open my eyes to leather passing gall stones from this thin urethra into Your baboony ass, store-covered suffering, to suffer no more in Your precious ass fold. Today it's by one get one free. Inside of me. Copyright 1908 - 2003 by Lube D. Rubardz Museheart, I love you. Even if you hate me. Be an unselfish God fearing Christian an pray for me. I need your support. More than your guts girdle. We can fear god, together. P.s. Just kidding. You are a dead nigger's cunt. Jesus loves you and so do I.