Receipt and agony; give me sugar, sex and balconies; I need filters of war and a car wash.
Red oil is sweet when you use it: A hair cut is bad when you let it.
You bought a cat and named it tasty; she nibbled your breast and you felt it.
Masturbate before the cat— let her watch the path of righteousness. Eat pancakes and bask in holiness.
I wore a black pant for a threesome; shake a hand and hold a random.
Within you is a depth of sorrow, a little of who you are not, when you are happy, don't try not to make noise because the road is heavy.
A glass broke beneath you and cried, you are angry because you lied of seeing Gods face and ghost, for seeing a bad name on a boat.
A guy tells me that I am dumb, I'm angry because im not. I am riding you but you are looking away.
Scissors cut a razor: It is hard to tell who is strong this days. Love is difficult, you have to try or die— babies are cheap to make.
Three black condoms for tree rounds. Peter is in agony.
Give me some sugar.
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