...flying fuck head are you? The kind that eats shit and spits glue? The kind that assumes to eat poo to only know what to not do? Are you the kind of shit for brains that turns into clear flight and flys through the sky... consumes everything... lighter than a cloud... tastes like perfect sound... began to end a begin to not know how...
Green cheese violence decaying at foot of crowned king savages rape the everlasting beauty in dying days of the insane creation of all the most elaborately designed dresses. Fear not, the angel speaks in tone never crashed above or beyond yet quietly sweeping across the molten plain among the children deranged. into darkness speaks to me with a rasp not heard until the morning sun feels the pain and agony avert the life spills rightfully across the face of those who hath fallen. there is no... more...
