10.5.09

Clap hinds, toadr, ur codes is fictn. we'r here



i slit the follwr from here to here, with a sharpened stick, poke out
an eyelid. trouble coming now. but i can argue my way out of
any thing i choose. so i slam the door on his fingrs. in time to
rock no roll. then i married him.

10 comments:

Iryna haR-P said...

Forensic arborists reconstruct such arborrations.

murmurists said...

Buttplugged at least. But it's all willy-nilly. All polis fades.

Iryna haR-P said...

Facts of slits and fingers remain.

Ruela said...

nice one!

Iryna haR-P said...

Lickings of content, two, still remain as reflections of DNA. Evidence is a trail: polis trap and echo be.

doriandra said...

yes yes, across the trailer infested ocean, i am screaming YES.

CHM said...

Beautiful!!!!!

murmurists said...

[slitsucker abounds.]

thanks for your time. appreciated.

C.J.Duffy said...

Horn maker horace humping over dry towel. Rigid membErs

murmurists said...

bedbather. shrimped me. u cj. of looking on, ithyphall.

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