vestal virgins on ecstasy
attempting to become the first
As Media Boy ran screaming
"green beans for sale!" Then
Have a very blessed day!
with the canapes, finally answering
the ultimate question of life:
Where do socks disappear to
Summertime and my liver is
apple fritter pie. My gout
is out and never ends.
In the alleyway, Pandora carefully
ran all the way to
newspaper.
Mother says you better
avoid that Cosmic Death, 'cause
your sister picks her nose
but I always pick her
slimy, sleazy, sinister somewhat sexy
vegetable plate, proudly adorned with
your mother's marinated combat boots
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