Yes, the devil is male
he lives in the detail
and for me, he’s the sommelier.
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hard hands, I knowthat pumicestone could noterase the rough,I shall be gentle though,your skin speaks softlyof peachesand of heavy cream.I breathe as if it werethe very first occasion,your tiny aromatic glandsa trillion, maybe morehave come to peek at me,to tease erotic breathinto my inner self.How silly, Pierre Cardinand company,reality does beg to differ,I have been…
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One day the door stayed open longerand being young the bird felt strongerthan anything around the place.So he eloped, and just in casethat humans with their crazy habitscame after him like silly rabbitshe armed himself with one big weightand off he flew, now tempting fate.The lady of the house came runningand saw the bird with…
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Down among Mugabe’s niggers,
pulling, with great pleasure, triggerswaiting for the giant flood.Help yourself, we cannot feed them,kill as many as you can,Africa will never need them,Africa is not for man.I’m not Jesus, breaking bread,stretch one lousy fish to feed,those who ought to be long dead,white man go for black man’s need.God will never punish me,you, my people may…
It was a balmy night,
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