För ett par år sedan köpte
jag en set med magnetiska ord
(se: Fridge Poetry)
att sätta på kylskåpet. Detta är vad jag till en viss
del, men kanske främst mina gäster lyckats knåpa ihop. Ett tack
till
dem (tror jag...).
you can scream in
the storm |
symphony of raw bitter ache |
pink
pantr ant these mooning men could their bare buts as hairy puppys |
she
asks him to go true why think remember who she is |
love
is a part of life so is the sad lie |
they like those here at TV club |
blood may stop me from manipulating but I still want chocolate | cook
crying mans smelly meat then eat two tiny boiled fingers shake a leg & run out |
a
dream I have of a girl no sweet Its like a chain and do you weak |
play
with her enormous breasts produce hot juice & some moaning |
how mean he always was | he
licks the knife after death we must sleep |
please
be my essential light Do not only worship my behind leave the lust by her bed I say through I say gone see me sit lazy at lake |
luscious
woman you are like a diamond yet gorgeous as a spring for thee I will shine as sun blow like wind when needed lets incubate days together but not urge ones picture |
beat his shadow elaborately | thousand drooling mother |
to soar over milk white fluff and show smooth skin | rain
on some feet as iron of less |
some cool woman read me a true lie | always
incubate egg from enormous red butt like mad sausage please |
he
ripped up delicate red dress and put black suit at top |
I
am topless godess I am drunk like an egg he is a dream gift from heaven yes leave him with me |
gorgeous
asses they like these at TV club |
under
peachy sky and sun a word whispering |
I
never want men dressed ugly but a man in a blue suit is bloody delicate |
you
say love is like milk & honey worship the beauty but love the head |
smooth
chocolate girl take her to bed |
iron
boy wants all of it eat her from hair to feet |
I
shoot them together in the winter garden mean death sweet music |
goddess
drunk stare ask blue butt for time |
rob though and watch what drives | live
in moment madly love our beauty |
here
we were lazy and weak after a most rain who may be bitter |
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