But what would be so frightening
About arms making headway from-
Do you need another whipping?
I'm going to need some whipping
If you don't stop this complaining
About the folds and cracks of our-
I so know the basement is stale!
I did take the bread out last week
The trash is tucked away in me
And I still smell of dishwashers,
But what is it that you so think?
I don't know what I think, because
I'm very stupid, just like your
Stepfather, what an idiot!
Why are you crying on my cake
Stop it- I will get out the wheel
I'm getting out the wheel now, dear
I said I'm getting out the wheel.
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
Terror(The painting in the cover is by painter Nicola Samori) Do y'ever just wish to feel the chills of the ethereal down your spine? Have you wondered what life is like outside your material universe? Did you ever posit the idea, that a good bout of uns...
