when I think of K I think *****
gross, crawl under the bed find the lost shoe
drag out the ***** & *******
& have an op-art party
when I think of m I think of the holy earth
in its orbit around the sun;
I think of snooch when kdf cro sses my mind; idk why I've seen the light I can smell the light
I just want to sing praises to her golden fleece;
her *** is several miracles at once
ya, for the deluge is coming she's insti nctively brilliant & beautiful
w/ the son of god in cat
racing rapid space; come low & sing softly
M to me means I can walk 1,000s of snowy, sandy, snowy miles w/out stopping
I look for u on the stagecoach; the old film I saw;
her musi c is awandering; she got write love right brain
d d d nor not des loi aa s kil she got gypsy blood
she is behind me isn't she speak Eng lish e I'm thinking thnk
eyes th ing of KDF makes me . s, .
. cream into my cookie jar; .
oh the bowl is so hollow I no now know
she is a silver shadow on my her Spanish childrennn shattered mi rro r M e she makes me strong stronger than any mortal man has a right to be Lo we a
**** is a strong st s I she knows I''m smoking looking over her open fan eyes aglitter w/ phosph erus sulfur bu we lov
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
when I think of K I think *****
gross, crawl under the bed find the lost shoe
drag out the ***** & *******
& have an op-art party
when I think of m I think of the holy earth
in its orbit around the sun;
I think of snooch when kdf cro sses my mind; idk why I've seen the light I can smell the light
I just want to sing praises to her golden fleece;
her *** is several miracles at once
ya, for the deluge is coming she's insti nctively brilliant & beautiful
w/ the son of god in cat
racing rapid space; come low & sing softly
M to me means I can walk 1,000s of snowy, sandy, snowy miles w/out stopping
I look for u on the stagecoach; the old film I saw;
her musi c is awandering; she got write love right brain
d d d nor not des loi aa s kil she got gypsy blood
she is behind me isn't she speak Eng lish e I'm thinking thnk
eyes th ing of KDF makes me . s, .
. cream into my cookie jar; .
oh the bowl is so hollow I no now know
she is a silver shadow on my her Spanish childrennn shattered mi rro r M e she makes me strong stronger than any mortal man has a right to be Lo we a
**** is a strong st s I she knows I''m smoking looking over her open fan eyes aglitter w/ phosph erus sulfur bu we lov
I love my Muses purely & entirely
they are only women but magical
xxoxox
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