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Sweat grips, My teeth grit, A symphony of groans. Hot is the breath That escaped my lungs. Loud was the noise; Rustles, creaks, moans. Long did the hours draw, Still coming to dawn.
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May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 6:42 PM UTC
Slowly Rising To My Feet
Comfort Over Fashion Making the Stuffy Suits nervous, uncomfortable under all their outerwear, which is ironic because we’re the ones underdressed, because it’s still comfort over fashion and function over form, so I guess it’s not that ironic, that I didn’t iron anything I have on, honestly these words speak for me, I don’t have to say a thing as I sit in the front, row of the show with a girl as good as gold, I don’t have to prove anything to any of you, never let your perception, of their perception of you fool you, better yet, never let, your perceived perception, of their assumed perception, fool you, it’s not our fault that they feel uncomfortable, we didn’t commit their sins for them, we didn’t those two stiff shoes on their feet, they chose their own clothes and decided to wear them, we didn’t place them in their own insecurities, so don’t let their insecurities make you feel insecure, you’re not obnoxious it’s the sausage that they ate, stuffed their face now they feel nauseous and awkward, it’s not your date that’s making them nauseous, it’s the sausage and the conscience that can’t be washed quick, so stop this feeling awkward because they feel awkward nonsense, just stop it and let us be us because to be us is an honor, let you be your self let us be us, and let them just be their uncomfortable selves, all overdressed with all their uncomfortably stuffy stuff, and we can just continue to make the Stuffy Suits nervous, uncomfortable under all their outerwear, which is ironic because we’re the ones underdressed, because it’s still comfort over fashion and function over form… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ @aaronlalux EVERYWHERE ∆
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
∆ Comfort Over Fashion ∆
Comfort Over Fashion Making the Stuffy Suits nervous, uncomfortable under all their outerwear, which is ironic because we’re the ones underdressed, because it’s still comfort over fashion and function over form, so I guess it’s not that ironic, that I didn’t iron anything I have on, honestly these words speak for me, I don’t have to say a thing as I sit in the front, row of the show with a girl as good as gold, I don’t have to prove anything to any of you, never let your perception, of their perception of you fool you, better yet, never let, your perceived perception, of their assumed perception, fool you, it’s not our fault that they feel uncomfortable, we didn’t commit their sins for them, we didn’t those two stiff shoes on their feet, they chose their own clothes and decided to wear them, we didn’t place them in their own insecurities, so don’t let their insecurities make you feel insecure, you’re not obnoxious it’s the sausage that they ate, stuffed their face now they feel nauseous and awkward, it’s not your date that’s making them nauseous, it’s the sausage and the conscience that can’t be washed quick, so stop this feeling awkward because they feel awkward nonsense, just stop it and let us be us because to be us is an honor, let you be your self let us be us, and let them just be their uncomfortable selves, all overdressed with all their uncomfortably stuffy stuff, and we can just continue to make the Stuffy Suits nervous, uncomfortable under all their outerwear, which is ironic because we’re the ones underdressed, because it’s still comfort over fashion and function over form… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ @aaronlalux EVERYWHERE ∆
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Her hair was black Her **** where saggy she was five foot five just the right size she tried her best to make me explode I forgive her though use the money well life can be cruel.. help your kids in china go to school
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
A Brothel Love Story
******* Hell What is that smell Must be the Sewage Outside Shut the windows The smell still lingers Note to self wash my fingers And my *****
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
Her ****** smells but I am to ***** to care
~ Peter peter pants aflame Danced around while screaming names As he stumbled faltered fell Went through earth and down to hell Now its there he blindly dwells All for a **** that burned to well
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Flatulent ignition