I fuckin eat silence of crickets for fun. I got life afterlife and a name like Baby. Every time I try to cry a teara new kittenhead grows out of me.
How do god fit him ass in them jeans when he is, in fact, Everywhere
I simply ate a fish-head, but fish-heads won’t fillme now. Your attention is a fish-head,so throw it back into my new body, backinto the body climbing the stairs.
The half of her that is underwater would like to beunder a desk, the head of her that is underwaterwould like to be fully immersed.
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