Heroin, Sprite & Dominos Pizza
I'll try to have a peaceful slumber, heading sheep and passing out numbers. Sheer to baldness, drain fbs lips of the I.Q. Press harder, the buttons marked for counterfeit ... is at the last aisle, top shelf amongst fleas and ticks and shit She is sitting naked beside me, scratching bug bites, bitching "how to" Porcelain goddess ... I pray just between your legs. Like the underbelly, the undertow is where your ud fed. Connect the lines and dot the t's.
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