But will I finish cretins, yes
they will not eat for quite some time.
I do have plenty and have now pledged
what it will take to knock them cold
we have your names and all details
so, worry not, but worry more.
It is enough, you understand
that only heavy-handed scorn
will do you justice in the end
I promise you that’s what you’ll get.
And watch this space, it will be told
the sordid details of your fall
I am not sorry, you decided
that you could play with me for all.
just an animalthat always mustbe a reflectionof its own self,seen in the depthof your blue eyes.It is nota seperateentityfor reasonsunknownbut notunknowable.So then, you askaboutthis thingcalled love,does it notexist forthe sole purposeof completinga union of two souls,perhaps eternally?Well, let it rest,my love,just ponderwhen you canaboutthe meaning,and you may findthat nothingcan ever livewithoutits own reflection.But when you…
jumped a tough-talking birdsoon her screams could be heardas she banged on those rocks her big balls.There are women, genetically tough,fully able to fight and play rough.Though they may play with dollsthey are fitted with balls,be advised that they do strut their stuff.So the one who had jumped from that heightgave the onlooking folks quite…
his mission was to reach the groundwhere he would make a splashing soundA wind came up and picked up speed,the dropp now tumbled like a weedhe was not up to this much forceand thus was carried way off course.He landed, with him many friendswhere all the terra firma ends,unhappily fell in the seathat’s where he…
they inhabit my driveand come out in the seasonwhen they’re least expectedand so misdirectedthat they clog up the works.Ergo, cookies are jerks!
Beneath the carpet.And you, my mother,you walk within his shadowso who are you, then?You’ve chosen wisely,it really never mattersyour word means nothing.I’d always reckonedthat truth would be the winnerI am so sorry.
Tonight… (I not sit on the fence… I put up a signal.. want to play…? ? ?)There is a game,tis called ‘On Guard’as actions make it highly chargedwith poke, kissed spoke and steaming smoke …HN:no fighter may be a barrel of lardyet, what if he bargedand ran into the blokewould something be broke……EP:Butt yes, crush…
