Wednesday, February 20, 2013


How to do my prayers and in my eyes
do some sort of sex to Him and
in perfect elocution deliver my sorry's while
looking the Golden Boy some
model of chastity of
church whites of un-
impeachable character and
fondling myself and
sweating heavily about it and
thrice crossing constantly like it's my
fucking job to be safe while she
sucks me and my
persecution mania and
these heavy brow strangers all
leering christ like thick shadows sea-
liner-size or bigger, and I
loosen my collar, have to,
my hands puff, she's bobbing
like some rapist piston and I
swallow one two and pass out

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