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I'm Big Tom. When I snap my fingers, the world will end.
When I ride bicycles, they explode. My baby Jerome, that little nigger, was taking a ride with me. Now he takes a permanent ride in the tree.
Sometimes I masturbate with battery acid. It creates amazing orgasmic feelings, feelings of hope and prosperity. They help me breathe and help me see through the fumes and smell through the sizzle of burning cockflesh to the good times of tomorrow.
Popping and flipping were the books that day, slipped decently into the fire. They fizzled like fucks and fucked like PopRocks and left the same sacky taste in my mouth. The ashes made good ink mixed with spit for tattoos and carvings into bruises.
She and I like to fuck like fucks sometimes. Sister and brother love fucks in the dark beneath SUVs in parking lots. Sometimes I use wheat paste for lube.
Commercials piss me the fuck off. There is this one , these two niggers standing in front of what looks like a mall talking about the "ROD OF GOD MINISTRIES!!!", and how their nigger asses will save your soul and take you to heaven. And the biggest shit is that at the end, they pop op a picture of GOD and he's black! They think GOD is a NIGGER!
My father had a thing he used to say, he said it all the time, fuck, how did it go? Oh yeah. "Don't stick your hand in the fire, it'll fuckin hurt like a fuck." Yeah, those god damned Marlboro cherries, stamping the sun through my fingers to the bone.
When I walked in on my mom and dad like hamster sushi, it kinda turned me on; even more than when my dad would sneak into the room and tell me to be quiet, he has to massage his prostate gland. I never knew prostate glands stuck out like a fuck.
I wonder if her cunt will ever droop, her clitoris hanging to her knees. Sag.
I hope not, that's some 100 percent premium grade fuckin cunt right there, buddy. Here, lemme buy you a drink.
Waiter, give me a Deadly Dimetapp. What? Fucker, it's fuckin raspberry schnapps and grape soda. Fuck you. make it 2.
Like I was saying, I would always keep a pocketfull of kitty liter in church. I could take out a fist of that and jerk myself off into oblivion. It felt like a fuck and stormed like fish queef mice.
When my dad tried to leave my mom, I had to do it. Sometimes he would try to tell us that he wasn't our real father, he didn't have to love because a child of rape is a child from hate, but I knew when he massaged my testes and looked into my eyes like he loved me like a fuck, it couldn't get any better than that.
He drinks the baby. Snap.
When I ride bicycles, they explode. My baby Jerome, that little nigger, was taking a ride with me. Now he takes a permanent ride in the tree.
Sometimes I masturbate with battery acid. It creates amazing orgasmic feelings, feelings of hope and prosperity. They help me breathe and help me see through the fumes and smell through the sizzle of burning cockflesh to the good times of tomorrow.
Popping and flipping were the books that day, slipped decently into the fire. They fizzled like fucks and fucked like PopRocks and left the same sacky taste in my mouth. The ashes made good ink mixed with spit for tattoos and carvings into bruises.
She and I like to fuck like fucks sometimes. Sister and brother love fucks in the dark beneath SUVs in parking lots. Sometimes I use wheat paste for lube.
Commercials piss me the fuck off. There is this one , these two niggers standing in front of what looks like a mall talking about the "ROD OF GOD MINISTRIES!!!", and how their nigger asses will save your soul and take you to heaven. And the biggest shit is that at the end, they pop op a picture of GOD and he's black! They think GOD is a NIGGER!
My father had a thing he used to say, he said it all the time, fuck, how did it go? Oh yeah. "Don't stick your hand in the fire, it'll fuckin hurt like a fuck." Yeah, those god damned Marlboro cherries, stamping the sun through my fingers to the bone.
When I walked in on my mom and dad like hamster sushi, it kinda turned me on; even more than when my dad would sneak into the room and tell me to be quiet, he has to massage his prostate gland. I never knew prostate glands stuck out like a fuck.
I wonder if her cunt will ever droop, her clitoris hanging to her knees. Sag.
I hope not, that's some 100 percent premium grade fuckin cunt right there, buddy. Here, lemme buy you a drink.
Waiter, give me a Deadly Dimetapp. What? Fucker, it's fuckin raspberry schnapps and grape soda. Fuck you. make it 2.
Like I was saying, I would always keep a pocketfull of kitty liter in church. I could take out a fist of that and jerk myself off into oblivion. It felt like a fuck and stormed like fish queef mice.
When my dad tried to leave my mom, I had to do it. Sometimes he would try to tell us that he wasn't our real father, he didn't have to love because a child of rape is a child from hate, but I knew when he massaged my testes and looked into my eyes like he loved me like a fuck, it couldn't get any better than that.
He drinks the baby. Snap.