Hell rises on the back of a Hell-razor,
bursting through the skin of flowers.
I have long-since given up the dry shave of the cold edge INSTEAD opting for an electric experience...
buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
... like a band reaching lightspeed. Their infinite galloping spread across a night sky the size of an operating table for all the nice guys and doctors to see.
SEND 'EM ALL TO SEA, along with the electric razor and me.
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 2:24 PM UTC
Hell rises on the back of a Hell-razor,
bursting through the skin of flowers.
I have long-since given up the dry shave of the cold edge INSTEAD opting for an electric experience...
buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
... like a band reaching lightspeed. Their infinite galloping spread across a night sky the size of an operating table for all the nice guys and doctors to see.
SEND 'EM ALL TO SEA, along with the electric razor and me.
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