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.

9 comments:

  1. Anonymous10 May 2009 at 01:03

    Forensic arborists reconstruct such arborrations.

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  2. murmurists10 May 2009 at 01:54

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

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  3. Anonymous10 May 2009 at 02:04

    Facts of slits and fingers remain.

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  4. Anonymous10 May 2009 at 05:11

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

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  5. doriandra 10 May 2009 at 22:21

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

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  6. Oilsforfun11 May 2009 at 09:09

    Beautiful!!!!!

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  7. murmurists11 May 2009 at 16:45

    [slitsucker abounds.]

    thanks for your time. appreciated.

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  8. Russell CJ Duffy11 May 2009 at 16:48

    Horn maker horace humping over dry towel. Rigid membErs

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  9. murmurists12 May 2009 at 00:38

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

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