Bling bling is my thing. I feel a little down. I just contacted a former clown. He is a professor at St. Thomas Law School. He can be really mean, but he looks clean. Impish to the perceived virgin, he resounds a coyote cry to a prey who is sly who does not lie. He says he's out of town. I think he has it all down. There is very little more to know. His answering machine may start to run slow.
University says go away. I am not one to play, but I can say FUCK YOU gay, get away. Oh does that hurt GOOD you prick. Hank will get you back this week.
I will bring it back to the cop shop. Will you drop it soon? I see a ring. Make it clay and we can play. I'm dangerous to look in the eye. I Seldom let myself cry. Maybe a hug would do the trick. Be careful when I put my hand on your prick. Your vision came to me today. I approach and really listen to what you have to say. Ring around the rosey. I will make you the posy. Tonight I am little girl. I sneak up from behind and then we twirl. Satan is in your eyes so I take you between my thighs. The rapture is almost ironic. Drink the drink of Nazi's gin and tonic.
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