lørdag den 9. juni 2018

Red grass grinning

The grass is always grinning on the other side of the face cuntrumputin the surrogatemumspinster raped the sun labdancing in my burkha of 17-18 billions larking long johns wrapping up the sky of endless likes licking gooseskinless dada-dystopeeing tongues of toes’ noses dyscatstrating myselves into exist

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