Swell Frumpish
How now sweet devilcow
which whenever heart just give furiously turn
half sweat in the loveliest colour of festive
seasons within more than I could ever tell
or but to need your tiny butt.
Shake it
Shakes, come in ice cream and ice
but ice is kind of trying to get frumpish
in the foam of Venus from in way up.
I’ve been kinda lonely here cause how
I am this is how I am
Petulantly mouldering like the day’s inaudible soul.
We’ve drifted apart
And away mouldering together again in the moldy mould
which we have made in our own image
and name it God.
Forever only you and me transpire among the dead.
Death his anti-festive thoughts
though like way grow living and in
reason sanctified then and bending
swiftly hair which flaura & fauna what they say furiously ask
bow down and small.
They watched as he pulled out the watch
From what reasons below
He bent over
And gave it all the world's weight aswell.
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