Literally busting, armed to the throat
wounding with tongues heavenly command
stinging century from the bees' nest of breathing
no breathing space, sore for air, always going on like this
heavy mist of Tymian, tongue-warm embrace< br/>tirelessly tired from my own strength
I've practiced drowning, I'm an introverted screamer
Suicide or craftsmanship are inextricably linked
Slurping frapees, your meter-high self-confidence drips down
your dialogue-smelly vagina on crocheted doilies
Tips don't give away cocks
Death to arithmetic
a cheers to whores
a cheers to reason

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