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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...

<~> 13-Aug-02/9:08 PM
evening h. take what you can from the lamity. there must be something there worth looking at...sophia notwithstanding. i have been told that is most disturbing, the way i tend to vanish from social events without a word of warning. i just can't abide the 'scene'. got better things to do. like jack off into my palm...oh, my, that sounded vaguely offensive. heh. i'm being a dick now. better go focus on something other than how tired i am. must...write...before...slepp. ta.




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