Don't flex your throat in a tomb, Carter did and he died eventually. by 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺

Dec 2017

Don't flex your throat in a tomb, Carter did and he died eventually.

There's no point in storming off in a huff, or scrunching your bikini
******* into a bunch, 'cause I object to ******* ******* your ****
or because I love things right, not left toward communalistical stuff
that makes Venezuelans cook Shetland ponies no matter how tough
things are in Caracas, pony-**** flesh never forms a crust too rough

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𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺 ˢⁱᵐᵖᵃⁿᵍ ᴮᵉᵈᵒᵏ, ˢⁱⁿᵍᵃᵖᵒʳᵉ

(ˢⁱᵐᵖᵃⁿᵍ ᴮᵉᵈᵒᵏ, ˢⁱⁿᵍᵃᵖᵒʳᵉ)

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