MY PENIS HURTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Drinking diarrhea is the meaning of life
See a doctor, dear mortal.
And then he said NO! to his wife.
Incapable to sort all.
But she kept saying yes, like a shrew
and all i could do was bid her adieu
I was I just admit
And never redress, well maybe a few...
And so, I threw a fit
I do like to take a big poo
Tiny little spider, riding on a tiger
Big Anime Tiddes
jump, little one
My boyfriend said this
And I did again
to me while we turned fingers into bleach
I couldn't explain
Hallowed as th eold witch
why, just why
He sighed and hiked up his britches
The plain is sand, as which it lie
pausing to wipe on the curtain
beyond this we do not know
The cat who was there, was uncertain.
But someone all at once delighted in the know
head on keyboard. again. again. again.
and many more to come
Sanity is lost on the sane sane sane
more morons moroning monontonously moronic more
Flight be lost on the plane wane, David Blaine
It was the logic who fell first to the floor
The one who got away in the plane
It was the heart that ran first to the door
crush leaves with your fingers
And the mind fell tumbled to the floor
go home and shut all the windows
I don't know what's going on anymore
It's snowing on Mount Fuji
It passed through him like a bean burrito
You haven't got a clue, G
Taut austere, he displayed a vain conceit. Oh.
But you've taken from the clue tree.
In a sphere, she found her roasted meat.
Upstood to take the new tree
Led back at once, he felt free
Life's a crate, contains not eggs,
but marshmallows, three! Glee!
World's a state that has no pegs
When will the folk be free?
Sometimes we wonder
They will never be free
is it worth sparks and thunder?
For they breathe as they see
PULL THE FUCKING PLUG, GENE!
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Who is the dreamer, What is the dream
Puigdemont Puigdemont Puigdemont
What is the creamer, where is the cream
I just impaled myself on a fence
Crapped my pants
For we are not fried upon others losses.
Yet we burn as other abusers
Breaking of brittle bones...
Forsaking of little phones
We live, oh so we play
im biting into your bones
to be or not to be
and crushing your throne
Such, is a quandry
Enclosure of stoney ground.
But alas, it is mine , this perplexity .
this perplexity taking me over, all around.
He said, my fiend was John.
I feel my skin prickle, covered in your sound
He bled, resistance gone
I gaze out the window and watch a car drive by
Un frere le tres bien
Think of the life I lost because of your lie
I had really said, I like men
and realise that because of that i stabbed my eye
Is love really that much of a crime?
Your stupid shithead
Why yes, my friend
For Euclid the 'bit fed'