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Directly into the crevice of the nut
lies master of our domain
I enjoy gently touching the contours of the man of my older years
the bastard of my spiritual life
Implosion
erection
Defecation
fulfillment
The crevice of the nut speaks back
now with a golden sorrowful cry

NO MORE
HE SPEAKS
looking into the corner
of the room
NO MORE
the corner of the room
entrapment
he seeks escape
but looks no further
than the three walls
as they meat
meat
he enjoys the deer
carved on the wall
Last edited by .SLAVE. at Sep 29, 2007,