The Dawn of a Brand New F❤ckface
Fingered in the gunshot wound.
Bore me a new one.
I can’t seem to bullet together.
One of those long legged nights,
on a gun, off again.
I get down on my needlings
and pray to god love you.
I been high all night pants at my feet,
so lonely and horny and just
I’ll fuck you with my hard pussy.
When you eat my cunt, you badmouth it.
Fuck it if you didn’t hurt my hearty
but at least you didn’t blow it.
I passed out in mid eat-out
because love is retarded.
My bullshit brings all the boys to the yard,
and still there is not enough cum here to quench.
Two girls one cut flowers bloody,
Siamese twin girls joined at the retard-on.
Love is a retard-on,
casting unnamed flowers upon the thy and the thou,
amid all of this partridge embarrass.
I’ve always remembered wanting to marry every.
70,000 kisses per year.
I see her boozèd I love her behest.
She shall be the one to make shine sure my daughter.
And all the big bad bones say
YEAH WE ALL KNOW.
Don’t dog pile me,
I’m already a bitch
with a big bad
I waft my love upside your face,
you and die,
when you read my cunt like a palm.
that’s probably just the blood
from my vacate,
and you are horrified
on my behalf.
We’re all gonna die,
and I am so alive to this.
Pissing away our evermore.
I’ll swallow cum till kingdom come.
So waft thy love in the face of thy beloved,
and if he doth not beloved against, well then—
My bullshit brings all the boys to the yard.
Worm it up.
Fecund With D❤ke
More should be cunt and bellissima.
There’s a bug in every goddess, bend and kneel.
I sip my shots, like a lady.
Sissy’s hairy vainglory at a 90 degree angel.
Crocheting was of yeast infection born.
We all of us have a rape tunnel.
Basic bitches getting complicatedly murdered.
LIKE, DUH is the only necessary logic.
The better to freak your shit, my dear.
You can see the depression on the carpet.
The harasses of semi-requited love.
Though I prefer the frank, to be quite cock.
Shoplifting dick in the niche market.
I feel like I need to wake up and die.
When I close my eyes, it’s a disco.
As though an adrenaline shot to the heart was worth standing up for.
The ego has landed.
We are a love-endangered species.
Love as ferocity.
Oh, but I was retarded and feathered in lovebird’s trifle.
Come to my rose with a door.
Lush beauty at the moment of trespass.
I tried to masturbate and almost drowned.
Dessert in the clothes you once war.
The T❤ranny of the Bawdy
My asshole feels so great and gaping.
My little ass of giving.
I will buy you a corn hole
where your flowers can bloom.
If I ever break wind of it.
You got your cunts toe tagged.
Dental records abled me to ID your ex-pussy.
21 and older, or smolder in your smile machine.
Your mind is moon, raining unchained melody.
Like when you piss and shit at the same time,
and you get all emotionally,
A culture is more powerful than a mother.
A culture is more powerful than a mother
A tough pillow to swallow.
Pantyhose: For the girl who dreams.
Put that in your puppy longstocking.
Your grown-ass manhood tickles me pink.
I wish all penises were kitties.
I need a sanitary napkin to sop up my feelings.
A simple bra to occupy my time.
Just me and my lastly, a king-legged jetty.
20,000 beleaguereds under the sea.
The failure of the deep.
Those starry-eyed sexists,
when left to their masturbatory devices,
all my kegels turn to sand.
Being alive is not PC.
Fun is a terminal disease.
A scrub is a guy who can get ALL my love from me.
The male specie.
If it makes you cry, then it’s the one.
The body misogynists itself.
My heart up my ass.
And the deviled eggs
were the laughing stock
of the party.