To the biggest loser goes the spoils, it’s a matter of balance, that youth is so valued, because everyone, is doomed to lose it, or, you know, you could be Peter Pan, wanting to get into his sister’s panties, maybe the West really extends homie, and that all the baller things you can think of, can be contained in the mundane, maybe a middle-school kid, asking out his crush, is the same, as defeating a giant, why does she get such good grades, because she stays after class, the teacher made such a big mess, she volunteered to clean it up, does heaven go to the deserving, I can’t help it, it’s in my blood, the desire to get higher, and fight the heavens, all for this nerd girl with glasses, but sometimes I contemplate it homie, all the places we could have settled, gave up, I don’t care if the world gets better, I’m content to live in my bubble, on the farm, wading my hands through those golden fields, feeling underneath my daughter’s panties, the dragon laid a lot of eggs, by the river, he called it a village, watch as it flows to the ocean, we'll watch this show go on forever, heaven again and again, you can’t stop, three shots, face, tits, thighs, all over, biting her nipples, claiming my prize, damn, why am I such a dirty guy, I’m honestly just an IT guy, all this virgin energy, has to go somewhere, let me have these words, in reality, I’m just a lonely Fillipino, that likes to fetishize Koreans, and I dream of her daily, the moonlight, and the cow who jumped over the moon, a black panther, a virgin sacrifice, and a ritual, as the stage sets, we take our place, spotlight, Romeo, oh Romeo, she’s like thirteen, do you really want to chase that tail, we’re all watching, and later we all bought some KFC, a family bucket, to remind us, that although it’s lonely, there are dudes who get it worse than me, I yearn for it, did someone take a dump, it stinks, and it tastes like, yum, dim sum, did you guys know Meng Li loves noodles, sucking it up, slurping it in, oh baby, I’m cumming, all over her face, all over her thighs, three shots, is someone, going to kill this poet, just dreams, and black magic, watch, how it haunts me, sets my skin on fire, I think of my childhood, I wonder, even back then, did I burn, pity, and old games, the waves must push ahead, what sort of fucks, encrypted passwords, does the next generation, have in store for us, and I think of it, every now and then, what my mother would think, of this dirty sin, my mom’s also a hen, she knows the Dragon Claw technique, maybe I should get a girlfriend, two tickets to Carmen, and an old cock, settling, how I yearn for worms, it’s almost as if spring is here, and cocks are calling, yelling, hurry everyone, it’s morning!

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