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Let's praise the flesh peddler (Free verse) by horus8

Turning my sorrow <fuck-harder> Into opportunity <cunt-boiler> When sleek pink petals <rim-job> Turn into wind food <twat-stroker> Slowly falling into Autumn <cum collector> Is the turning of my mood <titty-poker> Music hypnotizes <dick-pumper> All into believing <semen-smearer> That the composer <testicle-taster> Is a donor <anus-stuffer> In the giving of our ideals <mouth-pisser> How to be seen <urine-drinker> In the way that I choose <nun-raper> To be viewed <rectum-raver> By my peers <shit-chewer> Without the consequence <helmet-shiner> Of bias stereotypical mindsets <genital-flicker> Move over Beethoven <ass-sex> Their deafness is greater <shit-worm> Stand back Mozart <cincinnatti-steamer> No genius is consuming me <scrotum-piercer> Prodigy of Newton <pereneum-pusher> Nemesis to Einstein <baby-banger> The callous of my temper is sublime<pussy-puncher> My 'special' token from society <cock-filer> Would probably be <clit-tonguer> My place here in line <bum-marauder> This line for answers <pecker-climber> Where we all wait <penis-puller> Stacked on top of one another <shaft-sharer> This spinning mound <vulva-diver> of earth, spit, crankfish, <mouthed-nutsack> motherfucking -spirit! <smegma-gargle> That twirling mist of moisture high above <pud-puffer> We've entitled heaven <sodomized-brownhole> Isn't that whole notion <crevase-crusader> Far to generous for your fat nyloned lover <muffstench-crabcake> Clever is God <sextoy-cleaner> But sharper is the cleaver < uncut-jewfucker> Rancid is the meat <cockslit-precum> But how we praise <premature-ejaculater> The well marketed butcher <mothermary-i-love-you-too> Flatline.. Empty room.. Sheets replaced.. Next patient.. Flowers...

horus8 13-Aug-02/8:35 PM
sorry about that, it was just an old piece of shite laying around from the flood of 97,(it only rained in my mind. it rained crumple dollared bills and pills) so i decided to practice my sailor tongued phillapino in a basket spin. i don't know yet. i e-mailed it to my grandma (she still teaches kindergarten) to see what she thinks. She's a great editor. everyone go hug your grandmas now before it's to late. p.s i am undeserving, in my reallity you people don't exist, and i'm just talking to myself. like throwing a frisbee in the wind baby, which means it's all escapism, and if i offend anyone, your just a figment of my imagination anyway, so fuck me . Why don't i just go fuck myself. would that be okay? to bad i already puulled it out. close the partition limo driver, oh...and take your time... e




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