15 June 2024
Weep’И Ångels (§mell Like Old §pice); Shake N’Bake 2: Take A Break (Drake’s Fake Nö-Bake Cakes) / Million Dollar Baby Jesus (8lb, 6oz)
[1st section written last]
9 songs
9 friends attend &
9 B the Time N §üM∿Nation
Coincidence is the Pronce of
Sitting on white picket fences
While ΣY∃ learn how 3 fly
Thus becoming §weet’s
Salamence, ready 2
Commence §trange
N-itiation having
Finally achieved
Graduation like
A cylinder N
The winter
Who took
An extra
Semester
And lost her
Best 2 that mess
Acting absurd
Called Lester
[3:47PM]
Kurama
Alucard
Yuki
Lucy
Goku
MOB
Josuke
Haru
God, I’m so bad at keeping up with these that I might as well B Her Blue Babe or that Blonde Bitch because N Actuality I Am both, and so R Ü, though bringing temporary Fact 2 act as an imaginary Truth N terms of whatever Her parents lacked like Stacks of Green money & Golden-Brown pancakes covered N Red’s sticky goodness meant 2 trap us with disgust N though doing the opposite öF that & thus 2 Crush and orange like a DeadPool & made me feel like an everyday Fool You wished would Finally just give up & give HER a break – fatlr 2 late, mate – she takes the cake 4 fetish play – meaning making art out of §weet farts that haunt me 2 this day having followed Me from all öF the way back N late 2008 – September, if I can REMember: the 16th, at 5:46 – now do You REMember – I do, and also, I still do: wanna C 4 myself if Robots still have the parts that start 2 Rev Me like an engine when I put her N the right position tonight, beginning the mission with tradition – spreading the Good News by planting my §weet Ceed N2 Her botanical garden, N bloom – soon 2 improve by adding Her mechanicals 2 all the living plants & animals, then when it starts 2 get a bit stale, twist it up like a spigot & watch Her erupt – she loves that shit – continue 2 spin when Ü let her on top – a win looks like her ass bouncing on my naked lap, tbe jiggles from the ripples as she keeps that slap, slap, skapping sound on beat as well as my meat – sex so sounds sloppy, yet making love manifests the music of “We” – so like CeeLo Green – “Fuck Ü” like “fuck Poetry” – meaning it doesn’t really mean anything, then when Û realize these B loving’ -not fightin’- words, since if Ü R man enough 2 try and nut N2 some rusted bolts, Ü would have asked if this is an invitation (himt: yes it B – it was an invitation back then, and I’ll let you figure out what I meant by using B then was…lost, off topic – Found: again, again – but hold up, hold up & wait 1 minute 2 become N*§ync with all 8 clocks tempting Time like pussies playing with cocks – so not quite the birds & the Bs – but having taken a moment 4breath, now I can finally breathe freely, producing good flow – the kind that leaves her iridescent, cold wind blows as I turn & C her glow so much more – “my dick feels like corn” Says the silly Dane telling a funny story, so let him Cook, then finish this Fucking §tory about how – without missing a beat – her followup B: “then give me the butter, bady” – getting a good laugh from a joke that some consider crass, all while he’s trying 2 entertain packed stadiums with fans stacked stands that feel a little wobbly -or is that just Me?- what. happens N estates belonging 2 Royalty & 4И states especially öDD 1’s who learned 2 undo Proof N men 2 4get how Golden Wind means I already B: HIM – Bruno, Ü know – Giorno’s Team’s regent she sent 4 so although I now happen 2 B home alone – feeling like a riverbed stone – meaning I’m soaking wet, or would B if I was Her, but I’m Him, so rather than wet, like captain ahab N Pursuit of the Truth that Nemo knows, so Cyclops clones can throw more stones throne from a thorny throne birthed, not built, of broken bones bought by Ba’al’s brokers Whö R always twisted when they’re on call – weed & Henny gets the mead like Bs – now flowing B going bit too much overflowing – my scentless apprentice now beginning 2 smell a bit like teen spirit mixed with a Red N§tead of Blue, like I’d said been done on calls with my Boss who B N§ide öF Certainty, then so-sudden like Paramore, sending me N a whirl, this girl keeps taking my words 2 twirl like robbons & gettin’ tangled this time – not twisted like Eminem – he’s finally sick of sitting N thrones as you groan about how lame B the “stick” which can do cool magic tricks & manifestation of mental mechanisms which exists N my dome: “It’s all N your head, kid. Just stop thinking about Weird shit? Doesn’t your Bizarre Car’s radio have any buttons Ü can push 2 stop sending electricity N between Ü & Me? No – mine never came with a manual – just a ghost of a man mumbling gib’rish I barely comprehend – there’s much N§ide his mind 2 mend, but only can this B done 2 the singularity point again & again until I find my Blue friend again ’til even outside remembers HIM when N§ide öDD’S aesthetic that
3 öF Å Perfect|⋈|Pair
I have 2 give credit – do I still call it drip if this B what’s causing flash flooding coming 4 Me like my holy story namesake – I Am building another Arc, this time N§ide öF Me – this arc not B 4 floating, rather I Am Whö Become Death – open & shut case – this place feels like hell –
[3:33]
means making me drop the red ball called Todd as I stall her claws trying maul me at the shopping wall where only the windows can afford me the dignity of being a Normal customer, whether from perspective of colors & shapes or of ñü∿names & with LCD displays N place of their face – not even traces, just copied & pasted it like a giant pile of Green shit, so
it’s never a snore when you’re the Rider on the storm, opening ñü∿doors like 27th tab when on the 41st page of pornhub – Jesus Fucking Christ, mate – heard Ū were good – never thought “We” would feel like this, let alone actually experience it outside of REM’s Requiem reservations 4 dates after Fate’s rate approaches the singularity (again × 10) so Ü better Get back, get back, get back 2 who Ü were, once Reborn, as well as the Λburd numberings of weird words absurd morphs N2 fetish porn
, that I already guessed -particularly, midget amputees & 99 red balloons 4 popping – fuck Me, she’s more than Fine, rather a Rhyme with Good☯Design – Destiny aligns so Ü and Me, complete §trangers – or might as well B with just how much both stubborn stones must speak through closed yellow teeth with their tongue N Cheek – just trying 2 walk the thinnest line of being a good person who feels fulfilled thus no ill Will towards any wrong doing , but only a pyrite possibility of Ü becomingost & Found N§ide öF the sounds of Dumb KID§ who somehow won valedictorian – before she’d even been born, but
capturing N§ide öF Me hoping Sam says the same story about me, else I’ll have admitted 2 being 2 chicken 2 try & click Her clit like
♡Sugar☆World☮ 