(Fuck reverse birth… reverse fuck and enter IT. but
THREE you mutherfucker
moomy’s tits milk reverse hyment BREEEECH you little reverse fuckers! All of you
I’m a ghost
You all are sick pig butt sniffers
at a farm, as a ghost, I DO have Boo Berry help me find poo-berry ether out of a wet horse slop of fiber-crap-con NER!
I’m a guardian angel form firefly with electro bod suspension for lady attention… on overdrive for mach… need to fug unsleep this reality in a dream of pea soup mixed with holes in Alice in Wonderland vortex shizzit
I call my maid “Mimi” and do anal with her… is that a crime? My wife is in prison.
That’s how I stop that strange drive to fuck the place that fucked me by saying “HEY MOM…
She hangs up thinking “He’s naked, that little mother fucker.
I’m a fat mother fucker and I do not Astroglide my mom, WTF?
Why fuck the fuck that fucking put you the fuck out here? I got a life…
Porn fantasy GOOGLE “Sister mother”
Its two actresses that are friends but don’t ever hang out
IF YOU ARE GOING TO DO PORN, DO THIS
I ENCOURAGE IT
It’s porn designed so well that it leads “perverts” back to the core of love. Truly an art form unto therapy to realize you never want to fuck with your own, unless they do not have the same landline phone. Then its rape/ of a virgin (hymen intact not)
Let her tear it on a horse or exploring, but no daddy who is good at ANYTHING pops his daughters, unless like Job to make a new nation. Squirt squirt, thanks pop. 2 drunken nights. High sex drive for love stuff and alcohol mix then MIX UP!! Bam, you lost her forever, but you don’t care- she’s a thing to you, and so you are unforgiven, you become a thing, a slug, fat, feminine in the hips because you consumed her spirit a little, a voodoo curse you pumped out of her lungs
she does not cry “DADDY!! WHY?”
She knows why
It all Satan and you were his favorite LIE on the block that year- Cassie had a seizure and Cassie is no more
DID YOU TAKE HER LIIIIIFFFFE
Mr. Easton, J of Klikat, OR
I am Jason Voorhes for you
JASON AS RISEN ANGEL SCHYTHE BLADE grip
I am the grip
Your death will spiritually involve me
13 years and 13 days from now, you will have a soft sharp heart attack
and see Cassie just once more and feel
f o r g I v e n
Due to the high volume of calls at my MTV desk I can’t fuckin’ talk to anybody. I JOKE WITH FREAKIN MUSICIANS all the time, man… they are too drugged up for me, man.
One, I told him my apt, he’s psychedelic permanently and he tells me shut up. He is the only one who does, but he hates me. I say we are friends. He advises me on weed. c’mon. I’ve done a ritual Sun Dance. That’s drugs without medication sorcery. God- endorsed, just not popular or advertised correctly for wackos. Like monk whippings- its not torture- they like it. Sexually? Probably like that. I branded myself once and it was BEYOND an orgasm.
I’m alien. I like pain. Its my friend. Fucking TKD in me… iMe
Plus the shit load of Shaolin downloads in my immolated brain and bod. The brain is flesh-thread circuitry for light, AKA god or GOD or E = MC2 is a name of many names for GOD to me. Not to you. You are like what the fuck dude. Jesus = Jesu
drop the s
DROP THE SHIT