Thursday

lines

Lines of force . line of simple. line of wiggle.

is that shingle line your become pouted Franny. She wore her haird. liong like bangs. how can bang her beatle as such to which as the
thing itself wont let her stay

shes potboiled her june
married her august
entrusting her july
to
pods

but what do arseholes know of life and blogs?


__________________________________ Frannie "hurries" her judeochistian verb moved to her spinozistic nose. Her love has rose for provender lavender for brief breath love for hairy scary There's no truth like old truth so she's salted her meat porked her rind gathered her ladies for scalping. Some thing its A and others The

she knows its chunked between.
her wiggle ass wiggles a church steeple
the crack's so deep

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