Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Slinky By Star Yeared



The Ten of A lens of a reality is breaking the crust by the sleep,
with built frames that snore with wake Human Beings hour,
crushing with feet to brake the shoulders with Packs of more in the weight,
threats for the after to before in the Take grasping that belly of shadows,
the idea comes up as the theme is rammed down Demons & Spirits & Crowns,
thorns to the candles Burns to the which is that perfect that dissolves this press Now.


Is the skip of the chapel to the Aisle of came The Dick riding children the Ministry,
the sample of church those Pews on the first that sat to the trust than were fucked by the crotch,
as the preacher stood thumping with the biblical fry screaming the banging of Satans involve,
do they work the audience with their eyes in their balls Spacing the dictatorial like a Singer on stage?



Does the entire event that Audience wait for pearl as the fact of the Venue is scoping,
on the good looks the tossers the bankers the bus on the bed in the closet or alley of just,
is it really the thin that all of the writes had no countenance to reality more like just a cusp?


Was the time that is taken or was given for word just the missing of dead on the pressure of heard,
the ear drum to symbol the Brains in a sum adding to speechless but worth on the dumb,
is it truly only used to scare up the fuck the money the wanker and the rig on the thumb,
is it baskets or Tickets or the pantry of doors that all of the types wrote centuries for.



From the Ages of Golden Enlightenment to the sage and the good a bellowing of chimney pipes,
singing to the favor of 'The Continue' and the trite,
less Humanity not perhaps curl morals Fore Known principles have been expulse,
the beat of the chase in the Religion of belt girthed,
make sure you buckle it hard for each Notch on the pull is the fuck of the know in the Sex Rinsed.



All in familiar remind The Fuckers that a nodule of a slip is the best force to Exposure to aborters,
shamble Not your tells of slight Ask not the Crumb or Coward for method to logic is formal,
no introduction to letter by Sound it is the case of Course to the saddle of Horse in the Year of Rammed.


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