Pour the bleach syrup as usual.
Aseptic soldier gets involved, corrodes in caress.
And without too much water, I love it.
I'm not crazy .
What if this skin that I'm peeling wasn't real?
So, I ate the worms that were crawling in the stool.
Regurgitated my hair uprooted by knots.
Javeline is eternal daughter.
My mistress punctuates the prophylaxis of my brain with honey.
Copper my skin and ashes my nights in sexual... br/>My primitive church is still an alkaline chimera.
Javeline is infravie, bitch.
Javeline is cephalia, bitch.
My dead bearer emé tick is plotting.
Bitch!
Look at her!
That one is dragging her phlegm in her warm panties.
That fucking birth tube is kneading her sapphismus of pig.
Not twice, not this time, me, senescent.
You will never take me back.
Mom my heart would like to stop this night.
The leaves and the earth freeze at the bottom of the bed at my feet.
It's them!
With their dirty hands, they knead, calcine, slice my skin.
Piss in my bed with baby memories.
This smell of children floating in my eyes as they eat.
Exalts their appetite for spectacle with a rag appearance.
This Cenacle sucks and scratches my knuckles.
Like food for angels.
I don't want to leave alone…