hedge hogs in the cat.

if it's me then i really have to take this silly talky road to that other side where there's good food and humping. turn it up...higher...ok...fine...sit back and slip away. what about willing contestants who are taking part because they're gluttons for punishmet...d'you think i should stand in their group? or do i go so low that they make a new category for me? a couple of pictures would've been nice. lord i'm coming home to you. what did i see yesterday...oh yeah rickshaws and moooo...a time to sit and read...i have to call this person...personage...babbling...remember...the sky is that shade of blue that i associate with kites...basant...grey blue...mean blue...moody blue that'll go from rain to sunlight in a matter of minutes...bipolar skies...i love this place. heard a really fast flapping sound...at night beneath the stars i saw two kites...white...fight...one left in shame...the other one was game...lame...i look at the smallest star....the faintest, farthest star in the sky...i look into the past that way into light created at a time when there was nothing here that felt the knowledge of self existence was really worth it...suck my nuts.
pillow...nest...sleepy...jamming...dadgad...eadgbe...dadgad...eadgbe...guitars...tuning...change mine. refrain from embracing the majority...otherwise you get to suck my nuts. which won't be pleasurable for either of us...
turn it up higher...iron maiden...hallowed be thy name...oodoododododododododdodododod.
you should go to sleep.
children will go to sleep now.

i saw these hedge hogs gang bang a cat
the other day as i passed by the house
it was being sodomised to death
upon the orders of a very violent mouse

sto.match.sto. perjgational...harmonizedddddddddddd raisins...hahahaha...jezebel amlah hair tonic.