Darn it if it aint the sack she's been looking for or did he say he had a crooked goose cooking again sadly this can't end any more badly than this tepid torture borders on the sense of drowning under buckets of the fuckits investment lost at tfe cost of his life a trifled rifle mouthful fucked out the back in more ways than won she'll have a litter of kids with missing eyelids, matching moms flipped up flippers, surviving in pools of moon water on the darkside lunatics with bricks and chaifed sticks riding the what next thrill ride to Walmart parking lot pain spasm dosed and over his lead body the heart rises like monster meat beating the bravery back into the air. We must eat him.
Focus the force in you and dabble the moon with grapes and frontrow seats dead plants inside this horrid daydream I'm on again off again repunzzle ate hate berries and lived empty quivered the last livers of his life alone covered in stones and slivers... there where Falls becomes the rivers.
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