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nocturnal
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girl: "you need to focus on happiness."
guy: "what's not happy about bearded women?"
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Inanna
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Can I look through
the peephole
without you knowing you?
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sweetheart of the song tra bong
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"Ms. Moore, I obey your every single command"
"That's good to know, wench"
"Today there will be an Assembly Check"
"ARRRRRRRRRR. Pirate Club RULES!"
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Horus
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Shhh... this is just a test ease
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011005
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chartreuse
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i'm sorry...
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kingsuperspecial
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you making that up, noc?
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god
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get your dick out of the linguini
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eklektic
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what in the hell are you talking about murdoc?!
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boo
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read my journey into the nevermore, im not hungry any more:
Champagne and cigars
Pickled babies on trays in jars
Chameleon waiter at the bar
Incest infests the house of the bazaar
Top hat and tails
Whores and snails
String quartet
All mandibles and whiskers
Spittley guest
Lisp and whispers
Exquisite lips suggest sex with misfits
A copulation of mutilations
Parade through the lounge
A circus of deformities
A curl and a frown
Another glass of tears
Served in a prism
Trolley driven weasel
Brings refreshments after lunch
Scarabs and sea urchins
Spastic starts to moan
Straightjacket limbs strain to refill glass
Wet stain spreads from limping arse
A minstrel appears
Minus his ears
And begins
To sing
The cat the duck the pig and the mouse…
Silent squeals as trolley wheels
Into the centre of the dance floor
Hidden door in the floor reveals
A cat in a waistcoat
With a pocketwatch and pipe
First course over
Retire to the study
Chimed the dwarf
Sultry smile on girl boy’s lips
Led towards one of many doors
A small one
Marked by claws
Stuffed heads
And incessant whining
Butterfly sandwich on a tray
Morbid fascination
Sphincter clench, dead leg, erection…twitch
Beckoned by the single fingered witch
Room spins as I sit on its’ knee
Forked tongue caresses me
You shouldn’t have come
But I'm glad that you did
Catch glimpse of girl in tank fucking squid
Boy girl reveals her swollen orchid
Hidden under cavity
Under her wig
Lips form words
Apple pie birds
Awake in a corridor
I appear on all fours
In a suit with bells
Attached to my back
Two poles and a trolley
Large shiny boots
Cause seepage in my vision
I must bring my tray to the table
Silent squeals as trolley wheels
Trailed downstairs with a collar on a lead
Floating in a bubbling pool
Mouth descends and sups the gruel
Dark tube closes around my tool
Explosion beneath eyelids
Another sniff of snuff
My little piece of fluff
Effervescent nostrils drink
Head sinks, to the stick of pink
Hidden in folds of flesh
My chair, it’s got hair
It’s not a chair; it’s a fat man
He’s stroking my hair
And I’m open…to suggestion
Could be drugs, could be slugs, could be the blue bottle bugs
Fat man kisses forehead and hugs, and hugs and hugs
The life out of me
Ribs snap, lungs collapse wheeze gasp
Blood fountain surfing on a crest of pain
Cheek collides with cold stone floor
Ears roar with applause
A toast for our guest!
He lasted longer than the rest
(your site is awe inspiring)
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alright, well, this wasn't technically heard in the hall; it was heard outside between classes, but I think that's close enough...
guy 1: we had fuckin twin towers in my city, and they were destroyed...by a plane.
guy 2: that's weird.
guy 1: yeah.
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"I had the worst thanksgiving! Okay, so my uncle's a gay priest, right? Well, he's being brought to trial for altar-boy stuff. And my cousins all start making fun of him for it..."
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Which door will you choose?
Open the wrong one
And never leave
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