Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Ever deepening Hell didn't worsen.

This kind of thanks I give.
Yule.
Get over it.

No numbers up on this mother-fucker.
How's that for a revelation?
I need a sandwich.

Can I tell you of some things I didn't say?
Can I tell you of some pain? Go away

I will tell you more
Until the grace Is adored.
'Cause I love you.

Can I tell of rivers so nubile they touch you?

I should think this over..
Should I tell of how GSM didn't spank you kid?

Or should I tell of the things I didn't spell? How'a great hat.
S boule, Goyte .
I tell.

It's  the most cryptic thing ever.
That's the kind of response I give.

Now.
Check the 2nd Sun.

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