epilogue: [this is bullshit and your agency means nothing. ‘its fake and I’ve never seen so much white people here. And one blackened-cracker couple with rouge and flour for cracked gheareaamni dolls. PORCELAIN.] is not, π€ from China. ”but you eat from that and I take shits there. “I love your shit.” ‘i didn’t know this got literal until The First Samhain which caused the Apocalypse in 1666. Italy ruptured and Pompeii Blew, I did. The Volcano. Why? Spread them out for distance and space. This Heat!! I hate it but the Volcom Hoodie is so comfy even if those laces and aglets are still binding one of me in the crawlspace where I put the Golden Crimes (I mean Cranes for the Atomic Blondie from Russkaia.)#nd Vernesequez.Clock. the wall by the closet and Pip’s beef bone soup that keeps getting stuffed into my chair.
not quite a totem nor bitter memory. I like sleep even if I suck at it and I see you guys..hehe everywhere. [Scene from Weeds: Timonotaytyery Doug Smith Wilson (the actual spelling) I got synthesia – I see 7 in BURNT ORANGE.like some cool cat aye.
Than a Fall nor Descent.
I thought the uncanny would bring wits to my demise
Faking it in human
And burning souls with rhymes.
Fall into the mists with me and shrouds will soak you deep.
Louisiana Gator, Hater for a Tator
And I am no – rock.
better than a old obsolete antique voicemail machine box from the past sent from the future sent to space and destroyed in history and the only whispers you hear
The Afterlife. I
Hope
It’s better than
A
Croak
For You
CROATOAN
PARAMIA.
No gowns necessary.
The seams and rips and tears and wings and rim of that fabric lace will get all soiled
With this dirt I keep
Sweeping up every time I get up – not wake up.
I: The Entertaining One.
I don’t do it on your time,
This is my dimension.
Why ya keep knocking it down and adding all those extensions?Stack em a 1001248261937
Ow473810183ΟβX9272-$5@0*Β£~βΓ·ΓΒ§|=β’] .ββ> . THAT MANY TIMES.
And you’ll get to the floor Of the
Room of the rock below the bottom top
And you’re
In The Attic
Watching With Popcorn.
“A Film Everyday and My Lunch.”
Jonn, don’t you know you’ve been dead for a long time?
I just use the term “sold under a cherry chestnut tree for gardenias, rose, and smith teetette weed. As close as you’ll get to titty milk I didn’t give ya and that’s why you all think it so evvviieieelliiEleiellLellllllieialwell.
I made that cured orange and arid diet humid desert green tea earthy air with salt and sugar and your flies didn’t get it Joe and Edward I know you wanted Prundento (mixing my blood, piss, cum, shit, flesh, eyes, Offal, and home into) Tea + Oranges. I poured it into those blu.bleu hydrangeas outside my window.
Someone told me “that means you were supposed to get married but didn’t. iTDs CoddeRREeE YouYrE GonNaa GRt Killed BY THEM.
Well Them. is my show and so is
Hm. Forgot now. All
I hear is this wirey static in the air. My dead deaf ears are about to bust.
sing like a sparrow , cut with dirt, rose and ivy makes everybody hu’rrtt oh Guy the fox of life’s and Fawkes and cries and foxy nights at CrossRoads. Don’t you think? You should go home now.
Email.
Anna May Wong.
She’s on the quarter now.
And Harriet took your bills. Cr
Cryptic is how I work..notifications translated in pureimoeaycbro code. Oh Vlad, I don’t want to attend your Illusionists Guild Of Cannibalism, Sex + Hating Sam, Rape, & Incest.
Humans, am.x.I.+._rite?
I started out as Galactic Star.
Evolution be crazy, bruv. [dynasty, wise.]
Empire, your” favorite song and I sang and sang and mastered it for ya. I just wanted to get back to music production and move back to Seattle and hunt serial killers from the West-Sore. I came back home to Vranshsvichanaland.
Black Sheep ‘‘i knew she was gonna be a legend.
Not the Boy Tim hard-in desperation and pathetic whatever he considers existing Martha.
All Your Affairs.
Don’t Worry Darling, I work like Clockwork on a Orange Hue.
did you see me type that and threw my shit again?? “yes.” Cool
Thanks Dead Tim. Oh nooo..
You forgot how far roots have spread since the first apocalypse and you shot the star out the sky.Flatte
Ed, not a hill anymore. And I still keep sinking your bunkers into Tar. LIKE A GOOD NORTH CAROLIAIAN WOULD DO HUHHHH BLACKBEARD WOKES FOR JOKES LOST YO DICK IN 63 FOR LEPER PEE AND MORE MORE MORE GLUTINOUS BABIES. MIX EM WITH RICE MIX EM WITH MUS. GOHUUOLLOEAUAM. THOSE DUDES JohnnyJoeDean, Edward, Gregory, and Tim(ono) totally ..take it up the mouth with futanari cock. And you guys pay so much for therapy. WAS THE SIMS GAME NOR ENOYGH FOR YOU. WHY DO YOU SAY THE CREATOR HAS A GOD COMPLEX. oh shit.
I warned you in a temperate way over those open windows, flies, and going to my backyard and seeing my nooses dance in the wind. Paint the Colors in the Wind. Not Pocahontas, ITS BEEN Sam(antha) since you;
m.isanthropy.forever.
challenges.Β
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