Fake thoughts

conspiracy theorist

conspiracy theorist

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For the different sakes and clause
For the moderators sacred laws
Blow brains and hold stained tainted gauze
All pained and raw from the showering and
the raining of the painted claws
1000 resounding all related straws
Stacked hays and bailed out of the razing saw
Which rends the hearts and remind the tarts
Of the one true remaining cause,
the one true reason behind his fatal flaws.

I love you all
 
conspiracy theorist

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Stacked neatly, packed repletely on the shelf of life,
The shelf life of these packed snacks are very measly
Sleezy little sods lurking in the alley all packed tightly,
Tightly stacked against the stripper's stage, all lacking tact,
Tacked unto the edge of the page, glued eyes on the prize
Of the aged dancers legs, her empty gaze meets theirs
And the midnight romance prevails. Drunken haze, broken
slaves to the crimes of their passion. Fashioned into the
Shadows of their former selves, the shelf life of their
shelf life is dwindling, taken by the invisible fairies and elves.
How else will a husk live out his daze, a stupid stupor, his stooping
slouching, slack jawed mooching, potato couching is the highlight of
his days. Misterious haze, the mysterious says the hi's and heys to their
Fellow degenerates, a penetentiary filled with the hedonist and his
1000 phantom lays.
 
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Phoenix Venus

Phoenix Venus

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conspiracy theorist said:
Stacked neatly, packed repletely on the shelf of life,
The shelf life of these packed snacks are very measly
Sleezy little sods lurking in the alley all packed tightly,
Tightly stacked against the stripper's stage, all lacking tact,
Tacked unto the edge of the page, glued eyes on the prize
Of the aged dancers legs, her empty gaze meets theirs
And the midnight romance prevails. Drunken haze, broken
slaves to the crimes of their passion. Fashioned into the
Shadows of their former selves, the shelf life of their
shelf life is dwindling, taken by the invisible fairies and elves.
How else will a husk live out his daze, a stupid stupor, his stooping
slouching, slack jawed mooching, potato coughing is the highlight of
his days. Misterious haze, the mysterious says the hi's and heys to their
Fellow degenerates, a penetentiary filled with the hedonist and his
1000 phantom lays.
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1000 phantom greys munch on 1000 charcoal layz.
Pop my Pringle and he'll pay you in 1000 plays.
Spread some creme fresche on my bagel, b!tch,
And I'll make u sadges wish, crazy witch.
Popping stix just for sh!ts no gab no grits in harpy lips
Swarmy riffs got bars for chips
Stacks and stacks and racks and racks
I rack ur track divide ur wits, divisive twists doing pretzel twits
The pressures split it's in the gift, make it salty make it delish.
Barbeque b!tch.
 
conspiracy theorist

conspiracy theorist

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Phoenix Venus said:
1000 phantom greys munch on 1000 charcoal layz.
Pop my Pringle and he'll pay you in 1000 plays.
Spread some creme fresche on my bagel, b!tch,
And I'll make u sadges wish, crazy witch.
Popping stix just for sh!ts no gab no grits in harpy lips
Swarmy riffs got bars for chips
Stacks and stacks and racks and racks
I rack ur track divide ur wits, divisive twists doing pretzel twits
The pressures split it's in the gift, make it salty make it delish.
Barbeque b!tch.
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Many ways to twist and sway, listening to the words you say
Takes the breath away, swinging, sidewinding, rewinding, realigning
The chakra maze, decrying the reclining of the arm chair philosophers
craze. Witty quips and pithy wordsmiths create a dish of language Kitch
Unleashed is a dog whose leash is long, the lease on this song is a little
Ove Mr. Wong's networth. A good network entails all the sectors from the supermarket to the Woolworth. I'm at the grocery store, checking out the cute
Cashier, crashing her mind with my seering eyes, maybe she digging or maybe she take me as a grossly eye sore.
 
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conspiracy theorist

conspiracy theorist

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I was sleeping when a loud scream woke me up. I went to her room to ask her what was the problem. Turns out she was jolted out of her sleep due to snake thoughts.
 
Phoenix Venus

Phoenix Venus

Well-known member
Man on the moon, how big is your booty?
Its a Reflective duty, your destructive glutious.
Maximum mutanous, stripped gluttonous thoughts,
Gelatinous retention of your tides,
Extracting elimination of causal strides,
I'll take a ride, dip you bigger with pride
Collide with the night sky, as your light curves to my eye.
 
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