the days prophet

and as the temples we all worship
falls to the ground
we all sink into a deep sea of pussy.
it being the last stop of a dangerous
and conservative nation
a sea of ants march only to be crushed
by the strong aroma of soothing butterflies

sweet up and down
is in the presence of the wrathchild
as the indians play in the dirt.
rattle in the sweet acid wild
cooled by the vast beach and beautful naked sight

grand is the day
optimistic in its pessimistic premise
a new age of the aquarius.
liberal free and swimming in a wet dream
come with us
spreading the water everywhere

chubby and sahil they were witness

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from rtto davey


to that bum arun

from k bird
to rt
from vu


to vu ..this is good

to tariq

to sitara..you cut my hair :(

from ne



from davey ..awesome :)