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billy-jak horner

seems you can't untie yourself
from my lusty apron
and i can't unstring you
from my suicidal yellows.
you forced a smile on my face
after you dry-humped my heels.
i couldn't help it, i let my garter down
and you bonged me piss-hard
'til my legs wobbled.
next time i blow your bulb, mac,
i'm gonna lurch over the bridge-cable
and hang you from the yolk sac.
i've sucked the junk from your hose
and swallowed moon-bowls of drunk spit–
it can't always be about love.

11 Sep 12

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 — unknown

there's only one way to fill a car. maybe this is learning to be another...

but i am pretty sure you can buy vegetables you don't always have to cut them from my body...make of that as you will but i am feeling fairly siphoned, fairly glutton, and well mandolined. ALL at the very same time. keep
on keeping on,

and love don't matter as much as the heart that pumps it. yeah.

^i probably didn't want to write that.
 — DeformedLion

probably not, but it made me think of cabbage on a morning fat with poach.
nothing wrong with root vegetables either, though they aren't known for gassing up the farm equipment.
 — jenakajoffer

This is terrific, like a blow to the...solar plexi.
 — gombola

Haha wicked comment gombo, thank you!
 — jenakajoffer

so you LOL.
 — NicMichaels