I made mashed potatos the other day when I skined them they shrieked. Bare naked white flesh squeazed easily through the prongs of my fork. The resulting mess was a delight.
It foams at the mouth as I wait to be infested by the words. It stinks with politics and its infected with corruption. The flag in its heart bleeds pride and its stains our skin. It attacks me when I sleep in dreams of darkness. They tear us down with there lies they build cities out of deciet made ...
I listen to rush thanks to xanadu she is my girlfriend. I'm a cone full of beer. And xanadu is a barrel of acid and THC. I like to bix I hate words they suck. Words attack my mouth. I don't eat alphebet soup because I think the letters are evil.