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Mental man with menthol hobby in his hand....
Having black and yellow fingernails, when gold digging heart label fails....
Now devoted mineral man is surrounded by funeral band.

I APOLOGIZE: Black man pays these white man`s prays......
...There`s a Moby Dick versus prince of whales........Same sea but different sea level......
.....White shadow in rainbow`s navel.

COP CALLED HER CAROL: Ho-ho-ho - said the whore......Just before Xmas, behind
the X-rated store....She took me in and looked like polar bear.....I had only one gift
and thin thinking to wear....Her loft in the air was full of software.

Eden of 79 degrees. I'm insider it seems. Gardener is the founder and keeper. Having roots mentally deeper. I'm focusing on special rose. Not the grass of overdose. It's always 79 degrees. And everlasting sharp dressed bees.

George Joyce and his yella feet, waits for my green light in Wall street. Those taxes are his, this taxi is mine. Man of old meters is a black box of flying time.

SluttyJane Jungle was playing her bongo. Johnny Weiss was smart but not too wise. She knew how to deal with mister Dick. So the Dick fell Deep into quicksand shit.

Only too short song: You promised me tits, you promised me that. You threw me some bits, but I am hungry for fat.

Owner of the hebrew manual, quickstep klezmer went out of my head.
festival for puzzles is annual, I can`t connect this doubledecker bed.

"Dicks....Years ago." -Old maid once said. " Those were the days, my fat Flintstone Fred." - " He has spend mister Libido's sponsor savings."....."All I have left is wooden dildo cravings."

She gave deaf-metal lyrics for double-bum. Now I'm high on speed, chewing elastic gum. Everything started from fresh. All the way I'm collecting flesh. And if you're not born in dead. Your hands are picking ladies of red.

Dick of the deck: I am weird waves diver, collecting mad dogs from the bottom of the sea. Having light lighthouse shining, on the butt butt boat.

Total care: There`s a Monty in the buttergreen, fighting against the margarine.
Health care system behind the scene, pulls the strings for mister Bean. Memories of good taste remain, in big picture`s metabolic frame.

I Lost my asshole in times of shit, just when I really needed it. Everybody told me to shit it down, in ten sundowner's town.

Lets street fuck . I o lets go.

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