I AM THE KRISPY KREME KONQUERER
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And
the Power to Manipulate these Poor Men and their Desires Straight to Hell. in other
words: I Do Not
Love, nor am I Rife, with the
Company, nor the Care of Strangers, who Grow ever-more Crude by their Lovely
Names: “You Should Be So Ashamed.” And the Body Called: “Sclutter…” or “Crowning that
Ass” or “This to Exile (in) Through”
or “Three Pigeons in a Slow-Cooker
Pleasure.”--------------------àSome Days, my Body is Hymeneally Engaged in the “Throw of the Die” and Other Days: it’s Curtailing
around the Analrose with Toes Curled and Crying-Out in Pistillary Pleasure. “Okay, Okay…” it’s Really, how you Careen your Face, like a Ship, in the Night, the
Ocean, the Residual Calm, and the Backdrop Becomes the City, like a Million
Eyes, Wildly Caked with Dirt. in other
words: if (this) I Be in Event, then I Will Tackle this Kiss and Fist and be the Tryst Not (in) Back.
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