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" Human Beings"
I realise the " touches the s in the title. I have ocd. I always try to avoid that. I have upped my Prozac and don't give a fuck. Anyway
I will fight you ocd. to the death. you are simply a creation a menefestation of a societerically deemed unhealthy child hood.
THERES oops theres actually no such thing as a heralthy chilkd hood
VAGINA
I'm obsessed with the words sounds and flavours that come with the verbal energy burst in human translation as CUNT VAGINA FANNY TWAT BEAVER STENCH HOLE SLOPPY BUKET BARBARAS BUSH MINDGE QUIM cunt fart cant forget cuntfart. THE NEIghbours oops hear me say it 100 times a day.
Got to love tourettes. The twitches r offset by the laughs you give yourself with your spontaneous verbal linguistic creativity / filth / enjoyment / secret party inside
I forgot what this poem was going to be about. it obviously was not meant to come to fruition as it didn't.
IM DONE oops
farewell
I will fight you ocd. to the death. you are simply a creation a menefestation of a societerically deemed unhealthy child hood.
THERES oops theres actually no such thing as a heralthy chilkd hood
VAGINA
I'm obsessed with the words sounds and flavours that come with the verbal energy burst in human translation as CUNT VAGINA FANNY TWAT BEAVER STENCH HOLE SLOPPY BUKET BARBARAS BUSH MINDGE QUIM cunt fart cant forget cuntfart. THE NEIghbours oops hear me say it 100 times a day.
Got to love tourettes. The twitches r offset by the laughs you give yourself with your spontaneous verbal linguistic creativity / filth / enjoyment / secret party inside
I forgot what this poem was going to be about. it obviously was not meant to come to fruition as it didn't.
IM DONE oops
farewell
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