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Swallowing & Spitting Signals
A tangled web of contradictions, some static formations and other useless vowels that stand sit or sex on my way to success.
Manipulating the lottery system, I win the fucking gamble since I learned and callused how to juggle, just swallow it whole.
Or bale out the fuck. Gamble.
Circus tent pushes and pulls my throat soft skin that wants to burst in laughter now that this bullshit is living inside of me, I might as well play the swallow-spit game.
It took cruelty, mostly courage, to divorce systematically from the CPR machine that kissed me so technically.
About to die clinically. Bitcoin currency won’t save you, me, unless we do!
Keep your hygiene where your mouth is, some formidable dirty kiss reminded the ignorant teenagers to not close eyes, count sheep, and yes bang these biting teeth.
As long as you love.
What a cliché to be tossed into the fireplace we don’t own, but cherish the chess board with peculiar rules, I just swallow and see what happens Ja Rule’s Fyre Festival burning blues.
Why would I author my own destruction by my own volunteered expiration date, I celebrate and escape out the nonexistent window of chance.
I chord rip superficial anchor and drift on natural drugs never falter as little jealous sharks make sure hell is served every 04:00 fucking legs I see under the sheets, AM.
My favorite breakfast, carbonated blood tissue fries.
Mine, passersby or sharks, never bother to check as long as it satisfies the self who bites.
يمكننا القول بشكل عام عن الجنس البشري أنهم منافقون متقلبون وجشعون للربح
