Brighter's Lock
I have bloody heard of it.
Hope misunderstands me.
I kill sure wish hope will hope for tits on my head.
Off the tip of my tip of my head tip tip of my healthy tongue tonguing.
I slobber devil beards off my tippy taste and I feel hope in her goblet top.
It is kewt kissing her tippy top head loaf, burning yeast fire free of lice.
I kan't kiss her tulip pissing lovely tips of lickers and possum tips, no money, shrugs.
Shovels in my beard hole. Raping my constitutionally protected bare teeth with earth.
Serious, multi-phase editing process.
I just can't get life in prison without trying too hard.
Ugh ! What a relief, what a fuggun releef.
Green and oozing and fun and losing.
I think I came out of my mother.
I don't want to come,
I just want to be a good brother
to every person conceived.
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