Wake up and rub your eyes. Light a cigarette and proceed to cry. Without missing a single tear, masturbate with trembling hands holding the coffee cup. Drink up. Take a hit off the old corncob pipe. Cry some more. ALL ROUTINE.
Lean into me and kiss me. What is that scratch on your teeth? Gang up on the walking visitor. Father a child. My DEATH.
Raining upon the mysterious wedding reception. All the guests are quenching one another’s adult appetites, with passing oiled spankings. Time the spurting juices with the violence of 24 hour erotic sessions of love-making, by surprise.
Where have the dogs gone? Attacking the kids with foaming teeth of carnage. Release the Demon-Dog on the population of the Green town. Corruption and mental disease clog my sinuses.
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