conversation with an inmate

I used to have a lot of sweet metaphors to add in your girlfriends cake so she can bite the sweetness that will soon make her teeth rot and have them removed by the same dentist who made your sister pregnant with the same dick that had DNA of an 8year old child that was raped and killed 2years ago found dead in the dustbins of Khayelitsha.

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