Oh High Bandit · Jul 8, 2012
Talk Dirty To Me.

Run
the floor.
&
Work-walk-stride
through
the place,
like a fat bitch
at a buffet.

Shit,
I need to drink some
dawn.

I have a filthy mouth.
Orbit, can't even clean this one up.

 
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