When you laugh, you really lose homie, you got the point, it’s like you already solved the equation, hey, you laughed homie, no need to look for the solution, no need for the journey, the roller-coaster ride, or the fuck story, begging, on your knees, but daddy, you said you’d fuck me, I need it, I'm eager, my beaver is so wet, it can take a lot of wood, how much, could a woodchuck, came all over her chest, face, and thighs, I put on my mask, I had to prepare for the night, I'm sorry, look for the torchlight, it will guide the way, the moonlight calls, I must pray, an altar, your body, sacrificing, virgins, all night, just a bunch of flesh, squishing, sliding, come, come, cumming, okay homie, time to be serious, just a nerdy guy, and my fleshlight, but your sister has a name, so rude, there’s no way you’ll make it to fame, all this poetry, so embarrassing, I really forget, what it’s like, to be a virgin, my advice, pick up your knife, and get to work, start stab, stab, stabbing, is it in, four inches, quite big for a blade, I may not be black, but I serve the night sky, just a ranger, yearning for the moonlight, so many ghosts and demons, they haunt us homie, they’ve engraved themselves into our soul, old lessons, they’re our nature, it’s impossible to go against them, when you’ve slayed as much men, as this mercenary, maybe you can claim it, call yourself a mountain, still nothing though, in comparison, to the vast ocean, what’s hiding underneath, your mom’s panties, somewhere above, my father is watching, has he had his fun yet, can we move on, or is he on vacation, in the Mystery Van, with Velma, and its creaking, the heavens have a plan, so much architecture, and magic to fill in the cracks, chocolate, and hazelnuts, is that what you keep in that, smells good, can I have a taste, baby, your pie is amazing, so much meat, and apples, I should smoke some weed, are you phased yet, so numb, just a simulation, what are words, can they affect, the stagnant water, the lifelessness of my world, I don’t know homie, do you need a fire, a fantasy to live in, than those words, that you’ve strangled, forced down your own throat, just let it flow, even the poor, can become a Bohemian, its where the god seeds are separated from men, your father waiting, wait three business eternities, your dreams, and their priority, maybe come up with a proposal, try to be funny, I smell a fuck, red roses, and blood, a balloon popping, I hope to die a virgin, spells, dance, twist, and jump, hump, hump, hump, I’m famous.

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