Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Bumming your fat knobs and insert your helmet naked and unashamed

Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Kicking off kick-off, cyborgs brought face to face
Tartan sunstroke and may Mumbo Jumbo's **** all lie among you

Nine, eleven, seven, thirteen, six, quinquereme, *******, *******, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, unsocial person, erectoffensive!
This is Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
You've really ****** the naval officer
And the hatchet faces want to know whose blouses you abuse
Now it's time to evacuate the ******* if you have a free hand

This is Lance Corporal Tom to Masticated Ectoplasm
I'm fancy dress dancing through the cat—flap
And I'm groping inside a swollen grotesque sailor
And the plums look gigantically unusual nowadays

Ergo from Land's End to John o' Groats am I piddling in a crumpet slammer
Telescopic hindward the lump
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** ******* with

With the proviso that I'm Ichabod celibate centipede sextillion heads
I'm fondling vigorously paparazzo
And I think my sputnik knows which direction to ****
Tell my ballbreaker I ****** her vigorously for England, she bonks

Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Your menstrual cycle's kaput, there's oojakapivvygizmo spleen
Can you smell me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you get to the bottom of me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you delve into me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you...

From Land's End to John o' Groats am I vibrating ring my crumpet criminal lunatic asylum
Telescopic hindward the groupie
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** ******* with

1 Universe
500 Billion Galaxies
50 Sextillion Planets
1 Earth
7 Continents
196 Countries
7.297 Billion People
And I would choose you.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Why?
Because you're fantastic.
And I love you.

a sextillion tons of sea above me  
I am watchful sentinel, in the trench
Mariana--what strange creatures visit,
in this world without light  

day or night matters not, here,
where pressures are beyond measure
yet these beings glide by, more drifting
dreams than sluggish flesh  

my neighbors yet belch fire,
steam, and black cream from their bellies
as I did in my youth, but
I am now silent  

and though I have perfect recall
of all that has ever happened, I am crevice  
without the crease of time, and remember
not one sorrowful thing

Hot cutie
You are the love of all my lives, an invaluable masterpiece of the universe. Sensual as flamenco, Passionate as tango, Spicy as cha-cha-cha, tempting and teasing like a striptease and tastes like juicy strawberries. Hot cutie, ardently passionate, can ignite passion literally wherever you are. All over the body, goose bumps run from love and high adrenaline from admiration in the heart.
You are hotter and sexier than a sextillion of girls and women, in ***-billion, mad-billion times more attractive and beautiful then other girls. You are unattainable by nature. You are sweeter than any sweets, dearer than more than one billion kittens and puppies and plush toys. One for a trillion and look for a trillion.
Terabytes of my thoughts and memories are crammed with you. You are a symbol of true beauty. Your beauty has power over my will. You are vital in my life. My juicy cutie, I'm leaving out of love, when I see you, a mouth opens drooling. I crown you as the queen of my heart, giving you all the highest rewards for your beauty and the highest degree as the most beautiful model of reality and subconsciousness in the universe. I feel a strong love for you.
I relish every second with you, every moment spent with you is sweeter than the other. Only your moans and sighs during *** lead to ultra arousal, you want to listen to them forever, the music of your pleasure, they sound so sweet and ******.
You cause excessive ****** tension, your whole body trembles with love. Even among hundreds, thousands of billions of women, only you, our bodies, souls, minds are made for each other, beautiful for me. The last thing I want to see in my life is your beautiful face. I want to be with you even after death.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Sometimes I think
we're upside down
because I can count
every single pound
of six point six
sextillion tons
of the worlds weight
one by one.

Though some of the time
it's in my hands
it's usually on my back
and hard to stand;
maybe that's why
my spine tends to hurt
and the reason my palms
get caked with dirt.

Our observable universe
Expands 93 billion light years
Filled with over a sextillion of stars,

Yet you don't see any stars in my eyes,
And you keep asking me to go
Outside of your observable universe.