blocks to heaven.
holding the dooroff.
the rollar coaster stops.
whiplash.
Fuck this.
I'm not too short, 5'2, 110 lbs.
He says, " you arer sacreligios, you have an upside down cross straming down the spine of your back."
I walk away,
no matter.
Rollar coster dream's. That go nowhere,
sometimes into the sky, to nowhere.
Only scars of reality, is what is there.
cock on the arm, snail shell for it to hide in for squeezing into, buta throttle for fucking.
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