Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Peanut Butter Fantasy
Where in your hair do butterflies find daisies if the
black flies circle jerk causing a dark cloud of conscious but have no fear, a
weird fat lady appears throwing glittery globs that sprinkle down like jobs of
smiles and smithereens of joy that flow like a river of catfish in jelly
rubbed with peanut butter fantasy.
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