Comfyness

So I am going to snuggle up with a book n relax n wait for Our wind in the willows come Home.
I need thy stink so bad I will never complain bout laundry hung up in Our bathroom n lipstick all over the place tween powders n tampex n armpit juice n toothpaste n nail clippings chirp the bottoms of Our feet We need mop the bathroom floor. I wanna hold you as you puke n cold cloth on a forehead n hold thy hand through it all. I do not know how you feel about babies at this stage of life. I will never complain for admitting to crimes I never knew. Not guilt for lapsses of memory only due to clowns. I am OK to adopt or just be with lots of kids somehow. Any kid who knows me loves me this is true. N love never dies. Can you imagine me raping anyone let alone a defenseless child? I will not even squeeze car salesmen too bad. Never hurt one old lady in Our life n nor was We tempted to. No kid neither. We did hurt a few bullies n cut down bullying in Our neighborhood until We left.

Just come to town disguised as a guy. N, I will take thee to a gay bar n have a
fun time. I just wanna have some fun play n I do not care too much what it be. I need a laugh.
Wanna laugh with me? Eskimos ask wanna laugh with my wife?

I have hidden visions I be lay thee before them,
tie thyne ankles
fresh open inflamed
lusts
n spring swollen proud throb though
small
I linger deep n ripe n thy sweet tugs n cull seed
rich pon thy eagre
tongue, n mine too
We share things in this family.

I do.


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