Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Sick Child

Im still just a sick child, masturbating to extreme homemade face fucking humiliation. Using my spit for lube. Coming into the toilet. I must release my impatience. I am a slow taciturn web page follower, i get no relief from clicked links. i am a despirited human monkey. The oven and fridge are twins in a suburban duplex. im bouncing between carpet and linoleum, wood and plaster. I am a portrait of an empty hall of no doors, waiting to hang on a face with a name on a life dangling balancing on its end hair pin no end dangerous market delicious pork butt flagrant sex joke fun poke laughing hurrah, tie and nice, dumb scissors cutest button dashing hopeful meander wishful docile lunging. Possible chafing. Coincide, go inside, incisors, incessant oral surgery, blatant tongue tied ribbon taco sear rhythm digestion erode baklava dinner aerobics acrobat suicide blarney facet tuba toblerone, niche corner german advertiser winking woman toledo deluded brian surreptitious survival coinage bestow lingerie tabasco tobacco innate resound.

Crane tosses weeble-wobbling horror times into sun skies deriding all known sentient circles of proper dealings with solid objects of matter at hand. Forecast windy space, spatulas rising at dawn. Forward email gocart faxcinating unlovable science. dommed heritage, flaming oaks. Deem second child overblown windowless oppressive blowjob dickel in a nime, sixty nine scents, begrudging grain, false silent silo burning tall to the sunken treasured bleeding mudd stuck bellow feasting similar hermitage... tense night dream... creamy dense flaky weirder wordier sole... tamato socket, loose crumble, posse tango, liberate shooter, soaking fondle baggage oscar winner open marriage wonder why it never works, nope, lover to be haunted, escape problem wander under remix boom.. laffter, left after hurt, songly, much later

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