fucking garbage
Whereupon ruminating waters there oft reclin'd a young boy
The world of memories we see is ghosts trapped in the flesh
Like a mitten blown away by the wind
Soggy noodles taste like a spittle
But it turned out that she had a penis
Standing in this puddle of piddle
The world spins faster once we've all lain down to die
Dozing for millennia, a brazen bolt of mittens arcs with regal restitution
The world in her eyes, so blue and wet
Some minutes seem longer than others
The eyes in her wet, so worldly and blue
I spend them, mostly, under the covers
I want to be a computer!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAああああああああああああ
D.Q.N. was him!?
Forever burnt into my retinas
I scaled the seas in search of some sordid secret
He thrusts his mitts against her bust
A thousand lines were drawn in the sand
Beneath the lunar orb, together with a young girl
I can't wait to bomb some dodongoes
A secret in a bottle of marmalade
Unknowing of the inherent inferiority of gloves
The mind silenced, the body speaks: and quite loudly
Alas, cruel fate!
Window degree wife
Extreme prejudice in all dimensions; thoughtful: shameful? Powerful
Till death do us part
Twisting, tearing, writhing, screaming .
Healing, uniting, calming, silently
So soft, so delicate - but no longer!
DEATH!
Glistening, warm, dripping and long.
Her tender lips parted and those familiar words came out:
Life! Prosperity! Wealth!
And so it goes
Yesterday and today and tomorrow as well