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haunted I am an unanswerable mystery to myself pain griefs food belief in uncertainty is like a medicine that makes me ill loving the danger of things like a tender ****** or the superstitious atheist or the oversexed who convert to Catholicism in a tither of religiosity I lift Mother Mary's dress for a taste irreducibly splintered inside I feel religion is quiet like the dead and im pulsing sin passionate perverted and metaphysical a lover of hard headed ****** and goo girls whispering ***** things in my ear oooow mercy of nakedness she holds my **** like a gun pulls the trigger and i pop her panting she bleeds out butter **** got her good that big hearted ******* ******* criminal the Devil has his contemplatives as does God and Christians say **** that
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Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 11:20 AM UTC
Wicked Holy Child
haunted I am an unanswerable mystery to myself pain griefs food belief in uncertainty is like a medicine that makes me ill loving the danger of things like a tender ****** or the superstitious atheist or the oversexed who convert to Catholicism in a tither of religiosity I lift Mother Mary's dress for a taste irreducibly splintered inside I feel religion is quiet like the dead and im pulsing sin passionate perverted and metaphysical a lover of hard headed ****** and goo girls whispering ***** things in my ear oooow mercy of nakedness she holds my **** like a gun pulls the trigger and i pop her panting she bleeds out butter **** got her good that big hearted ******* ******* criminal the Devil has his contemplatives as does God and Christians say **** that
This is an intertextual piece partly based on Pico Iyer's THE MAN WITHIN
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Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 11:20 AM UTC
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