in her confinement her straight-jacket .
son, she says Oedipus can I destroy this cow?
a witch of anus? not so was the right wing tweak of her arse, Mother of mouth and kiss and Mother of thought in the south, her winged arse in his face the shit of the oedipal fantasm its weaked pallor goat of death.
a witch of anus? not so was the right wing tweak of her arse, Mother of mouth and kiss and Mother of thought in the south, her winged arse in his face the shit of the oedipal fantasm its weaked pallor goat of death.
this filth the altar where a pyramid no, burns
a huff for her body. a kerchief a jerking off machine for her cherry stem for her fate
.
is it so she said to him the books and leaves covering head
her eyelashes down to him a song and deat h
a song and death
repetition on the chant
repetition the chant
the chantry packed with orders and monks
.
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