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Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees. I said, "I can relate," cuz lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcome vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth. Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D... but thinking so much differently.
Also, if you let them make you, they'll make you papier mache. At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes. Then you'll crumble and blow away. If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay; rest assured, they'll screw you complete until your ass is blue and gray.
Also, if you let them make you, they'll make you papier mache. At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes. Then you'll crumble and blow away. If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay; rest assured, they'll screw you complete until your ass is blue and gray.