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life without art what will you do when they take away art I love jen To a wonderful mother who's sixty so let us frolick in the fens, i'll watch the sparkling of your gems and you shall follow through the lens and see i write only with black pens Poop and my cold curry taught me indigestion zen confucious, the bastard, said Ren endearing beloved Alina BUTTERFLIES my penis is burning my ass is on fire blockhead never before seen lotion esther and i are brother and sister motion she and i love to eat peaches excuses major swoopage occuring she showed up on her first morning squatting by a fire-hydrant i laughed at the sight I SAW HER ON A BUS I HATE MUSIC JEW grind out some words national poetry month And sleep with my eyes open rate was much more that I want from my human been but we all have to realise that we're all connected in this wide open space called a universe laying beneath the summer night skye i gazed long and hard into her bright eyes Get your'e own style I loved this man with all my heart sportsmanship I couldn't just let him go, he was my part!
i missed a boy named blake who should have had a shake His fortune i did not take but his hand was lost by mistake for a pancake is all i baked and forever his life was at stake And I will never taste its warmth Brian O'Malley a theif, My time has been spent dealing with the insufficientcies of the common system users was insulted by his wife Jyothi Menon with the BBB The butcher with bloody cleaver I am so awesome.
We drink merlot amidst soft sundri modes In my bedroom closet with a knife makes me twitchy Then hallucinate nightly by licking the toads Lice in my hair makes me scabby and itchy He rode my mind, see there it goes! Satoshi was substandard boy test crazy armchair singer But to remember childhood fantasies. You are water, cool clear water, a refreshing glass of water by my old roommate Lotus (who, incidentally, hasn't gotten any hotter) Now let's start anew, good fellows Choose, please, over Harry Potter Hues of sunset, pinks and yellows Or the sounds of rushing water Even chocolate and marshmallows Please: just not the same old fodder!
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