his lips smack (i'll do anything) a global splendor of gluttony. he's got a smile (i'll do anything) like he was born to be president. you ask about politics i answer about people. let's spit for territories. split up the not enough to go around. just let me keep all these wants i need. i'll do whatever you want me to. you present your presence like grabby gift day presents. we all suck your bloated white bread fill but i'm still always starving. you ask about people and i tell you we're all ----- on the inside. i'm doing all you told me. get your world off my back. i've been stuffed fat and pounded fat. i've shrunken it. i've sunk in it. i've drowned in all i've found in it.


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    General Comment"For petes sake, we're troubled by Insects"
    "you ask about politics, and I answer about people"
    "you ask about people, and I tell you we're all sluts on teh inside"

    Give this man a fucking medal for amazingness.
    tsucolon April 16, 2003   Link

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