fukk
mr horny
i
luv
the
smell
of
the
dead
rose
in
the
sun
as
the
celestrial
skies
call
to
him
wen
the
dawnin
of
the
new
days
from
which
i
appeared bearin
his
new
born
child
satanically laffin
at
the
newly
dead
wife
050107
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from