

I miss my lover manthis night is different I'm still drinking but I swear to you, this night is differentI miss my lover man
I ask the prick in the sky for a taste or
the scent of a cunt clean lips and all
nothing too dry
I'm getting more and more impatient these days
I miss my lover man he's knee deep in the scent ohio has blessed him with all the cunt he can eat I can imagine him now
beard between thighs drunk as a skunk laughing like a goddamn fool
his intellectual tongue like a fish out of water fucking his agnostic lover


Bears with WigsThe bears with wigs, Give the best gifts, Beneath clawed paws, In a sticky film, but it is forgiven, Oh yes, I forgive him.Bears with Wigs
He brought his gift to my tea party, Wearing a bonnet, A bee-cap, He fell quietly asleep, In his cup of nightshade tea.
The bears with wigs, Tore a hole, When they awoke; In my skull, As I quietly fell asleep there, In my cup of tea.
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Gut, dass ich so anders bin als die, die anders sind.
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Thornless, sed noli me tangere... Enter The Rose
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*ViaMi ~fineart-photography ~SpotOn *Ex-po-zure
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*ViaMi ~fineart-photography ~SpotOn *Ex-po-zure
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
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A stitch in time mucks up the space-time continuum.
Clicking this link will give you superpowers*.
*May just be a very sneaky way to make you look at my page. But probably not.
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
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