i am the cement floor of the second floor, in need of an immediate overhaul of the holes in order to resist the endless streams of punks' asses pouring on me.
my love buzz was faced with the inevitable harsh world where my ass was suspended from the door, my head was hanging in the air and my spirit was falling on the hard ground of the dried bodies of mothers with their cursed husbands.
my anus was stolen by a series of strange circumstances that explain only one thing - that my body serves as a subject for sexual abductions of poor homosexuals.
i have a suggestion for you, in case of theft of what you do not have, write to the Ministry of Sexual Education of homosexuals, they will help you there.
my little friend lives in my personal clitoris, his name is Lou Reed, and he, along with Iggy Pop and Bowie, comes off all over his head and after that I have sexual pains