Village

It's like someone, called hierarchy, the characters have been cast, the ocean, ebbs and flows, horny, the moon, punani, and boom, boom, good afternoon, like hop, a bottle of scotch, some, hotdogs, fries, and a side of cheese, eleven, happy birthday, cartoons and cake, a clown, tears, a river, a drake, overnight, contained, a village, tribes, around, the cow, jumped far, pumping blood, a soft pillow, hentai, a motel room.

Your Dad Went to Bed

Fuck on the horizon, I smell it, it's kicking, wet and stinky, hairy, flesh, feel me, just humping, in and out, just another Tuesday, let me in, it follows the intention, and an echo, of a lazy poet, giving in, sort of,

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Content, to just allow it, sleep it off, it's Saturday,

Feel it, my bulge, your mound, bumping uglies, a rabbit hole,

Alice, crying all over my face,

That little girl, a pillow,

Should I bother,

To wait,

Till you’re eighteen?

Spring Morning

When a universe fucks another universe, it has a baby, all these emotions,

Flooding out of me,

You’re heaven baby,

So many seek,

They find,

Those pearly gates,

Spreading open,

Holy water,

Flowing,

I came inside,

Gave the heavens a gift,

I bowed my head,

Plucked a fruit from the bush,

I prayed, baby,

Remember me.

Threads

Nino and Gale, two forces of nature, a little flame sprite, dreaming of the heavens,

A lost desperado,

The holy maiden,

What would I do,

With wealth,

Invest, or spend, spend,

Till there’s nothing left,

Come visit me,

By and by,

A baby,

An abyss creature,

Would Cthulhu,

Even want,

A virgin sacrifice?