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tie me tightly with loops of hatred and sell me into slavery to the first gigolo client who comes across, who will turn to you for help in achieving sexual attraction through sodomy and masochism

 

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there are many proofs that God is gay and homosexual: (1) an award to men in the rectum, (2) the appearance of Jesus Christ himself was clearly licked off the actors of pornographic films of the 80s in the genre - gay party, gay meeting and help for single gays, and (3) of course I (once in the middle of the night before my eyes there was a white inscription - God is gay like and I)

 

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[ichbin]

you can conceal other people's fears and insanity as much as you like, but keep only one thing in mind, as sex is a crime against humanity and it is similar to the front of internal energy by jointly firing bullets into foreheads

 

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your opportunity to become the queen of my heart decreases depending on the number of my words in writing an ode to masturbation

 

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all the days that I dreamed about fucking turned out to be another fiction that had no meaning, but only a pile of dermis like me.

 

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sell my house
give away my brain
tear up my gut
take away my cup
eat your feces
drink your milk
destroy your enemies
find you a place

 

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all my childhood heroes have lost heart or died, but only your slavish desire for my personality made me believe that the postman really calls twice

 

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my daddy wants me to be his dog, so that when walking me, a freak on a leash in the open air, I look beyond your inner fears, thinking about how you gnaw my bone

 

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the infinitely expandable fantasy of the human brain gives us ordinary inhabitants of the globe the opportunity to overcome daytime drowsiness and completely annihilate universal homophobia, which in some minds has entered a new form of insanity and obsession with one thing, which will inevitably lead to the end of the human era.

 

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i have nowhere to run, I have nowhere to hide my shapeless body, which looks like a dirty drop that flows from the neck of the golden Jesus. on the ceiling of my cold room, which has no windows and no doors, newborn babies crawl and shuffle with their God's asses, blindly no different from horse-drawn kittens. my mom slips through a small mouse hole, like a cat's cut, a bowl equipped with consumer food for middle-class philistines, namely: (1) five spoons of bat blood, (2) two pig ears, (3) one dog tongue (provided that she is in a good mood). and my daddy teaches me to stand on all fours, drink water from the toilet and prepares me as a full-fledged dog for whipping, walking and, of course, to increase my own importance among the same lumberjacks as him.

 

[ichbin]

open the door for me when I knock on your skull to deprive you of all the benefits of civilization that you have without realizing that sooner or later the Lord will make you pay for every gram of confidence and generosity you have stolen

 

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it drives me crazy how you lick the toilet lid, the toilet seat, grab the toilet brush with hungry hands - entering me without a ban and with your toes you whip up a putrid cocktail on my forehead

 

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i pray for you to grow from a little defenseless girl into a fierce, bitchy and scrupulous to the core - a giraffe capable of fighting an insatiable society waiting for your defeat.

 

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it's time to admit defeat and kiss your triumph

 

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i want to believe that your daughter will not be a bit like me - negatively creeping

 

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i see a pleasant face that does not belong to me, since I have no hands to steal and no head to replace thoughts with rusty twigs

 

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hello, my father - I am halfway to entering the perfect institute for the study of dog medicine, esotericism and points of spiritual development.

 

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i am the war-losing king of the urinary canal, avoiding any falling light on my timid shadow. you are the queen of a king who has lost power to infinity, so thousands of slaves and martyrs of conscience are waiting for a new sip to the battle against injustice.

 

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for a long time I have wished you evil and adversity, but after a crazy and fleeting barely perceptible time, I dedicate time, money and a nervous impulse to you in order to give you the boundless satisfaction that a flower in a pot experiences in the rays of the sun.