
Yeah I'm buying that midnight meat on the street corner. The vacuum mask the inflatable past. The clouds fuck her all full of wine. A feverish burger mountain kiss. A university full of severed hands. Life is a crime, committed by mimes.
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I feed a anti-Baptist I keep in my shed, now we are full of dread. Unscuddle into a locked cuddle. The world is mud, oh your scaly souls! When she eats my meat on a dusty street your life's complete. They screw you right into the tomb. Black cat takes a nap and the world goes slack.
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Your love is like a picket fence, like a coma victim in deep suspense.. Your love is like a burned out bridge. Your love is like someone else's favorite song. It's like a questionable garage sale bong. Your love is really neat, like a playlist on random repeat. Your love is like a moist throbby heat. Your love is like ice sickle chilled breeze. Like a nudist colony like a Cubist gallery. Your love is like smoking the wind in a humid evening.