whatiwas

all my friends is bitches and ho's, i can't lie, all my friends is bitches and hoes and the nose knows this, it sniffs the scent of fresh pussy and shows this in an image only my first and second eyes can see, call it a sexagram, the streets they swell with lust and if it's not for me i'll just buy it all away....


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....the rhyme doesn't come, it's trailing change, i suppose, right behind it as the lesser Godot, i'm waiting for truth, the terrestrial one and not the abstract, i'm waiting for it to come and it's just pumping away with that bored look on its face, i'm writing in metaphor because if you take it literally, fuck you, long and hard and badly.