most times the intellect can be quite selfish -demanding
to be controlled in routine, quotidian lonesome bland-
nobody is home.
man without a conscience is just an animal
can you love out a consistence conscience? can you work be undone?
when children are made to do evil it damns their lives
for wickedness is both daft and blind
when will i see home? when will i see conscience?
isn’t dissatisfaction a greed for succor? you do desire succor…
what do you to vibrator when you don’t need it?
and if it is human? to be shelved and resurrected when in need?
the feelings eye sore; why not discard them feeling
looking for peace without chaos like plane from a rough stub
compartmentalization from a man
and you wonder why some prefer nettles- to placate the folly of days younger
how do you get succor from an ignorant self conceited?
books and masturbation allay us the chances to stay seated, knitted
mother said being with a woman is like rearing a pig
a clean pig is someone else hard work - a new.. every pig asks a toll
yo must become a spider and spread your web through
a lot will turn you to look and till death takes us far
one weight is no enough for a balloon or brain, this…
pig rearing, harder when even it’s mind is not its own
the pride of a person, the hold of others, folly of the ego, waste of time
strut and the regret for the clapping of a butt is bland
After, if you look for laugh and don’t find it falling from the laugh
You run tiredly to the chest of the warden, searching, knowing
that you are caught up in the prison of an ideal, a prison regardless
surely you must find yourself outside, ever? find work, hunt hobbies…
seek succor in a lot of things, for 1 is a bamboo tree
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to be controlled in routine, quotidian lonesome bland-
nobody is home.
man without a conscience is just an animal
can you love out a consistence conscience? can you work be undone?
when children are made to do evil it damns their lives
for wickedness is both daft and blind
when will i see home? when will i see conscience?
isn’t dissatisfaction a greed for succor? you do desire succor…
what do you to vibrator when you don’t need it?
and if it is human? to be shelved and resurrected when in need?
the feelings eye sore; why not discard them feeling
looking for peace without chaos like plane from a rough stub
compartmentalization from a man
and you wonder why some prefer nettles- to placate the folly of days younger
how do you get succor from an ignorant self conceited?
books and masturbation allay us the chances to stay seated, knitted
mother said being with a woman is like rearing a pig
a clean pig is someone else hard work - a new.. every pig asks a toll
yo must become a spider and spread your web through
a lot will turn you to look and till death takes us far
one weight is no enough for a balloon or brain, this…
pig rearing, harder when even it’s mind is not its own
the pride of a person, the hold of others, folly of the ego, waste of time
strut and the regret for the clapping of a butt is bland
After, if you look for laugh and don’t find it falling from the laugh
You run tiredly to the chest of the warden, searching, knowing
that you are caught up in the prison of an ideal, a prison regardless
surely you must find yourself outside, ever? find work, hunt hobbies…
seek succor in a lot of things, for 1 is a bamboo tree
e5
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