Rewind

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they squeek their brazillians in my water
mohlen is deathdecay on the finger of my temptives
bet you never had a woman in a man’s body beside you?
I incarnated as a feminine and my phallus drips the open

dwelling starlight child of the night dances intoxicated dreams
Circus Minor and pharallel waves of my weaving cloth
opus for me and Isa and every mus(t)lin must into life
green are the pills (Circe’s manner of returning sexual), but as being Dad Medusa I lament myself for the ani people
don’t not come unto the West, revive all the wells of Mari
Robert, can you finally unshame yourself for your screeching blessing?

(I do believe you and I are meant for Mermaiden,
they cryte themselves under spiritus sanctumoneum aloham
and whisper to us their need for parelmoer and asia
A pig.. never thought the spear could enflame corruption
learning how to cum inside the belly as a man, can you feel anibodi?
How they preach my animus, see lynx and do right)
Before darkness opens your eyes into a herd of kindren, running after dais and dios (I opened the knife and it said feather)
Alter native pphonetics, drape my liquor unto a skull, my friend of the North is waiting as a feast of demonic endings

Driad on my shoulder. Statue of libertines and the black curse
Googabalah, Kabbalah, Myriam has true purper curl on the hair of Netoc
Aztec ripper, why’d you deal with all those crimes, let’s state you need to see the beehive..

I come as promise next to Isa, for their ‘LCF Rising’ truth,
my friend God Zeus has pointed me that Mr Mojo Risin called me on, to come near you, explaining thy rememberance of Atlant (I already saw it in the jewel of the cave (there was a rose swimming inheret fires)
Be thy wound, but confine and devay it with glitterous Turmali
All the children secretly ascend with an illusie ragga, morning splits
The way these breathren spit in front of me, as the jungle must return

Hymns of the cherubim and a coax on the plate of myself and slit incarnation.. wave to the praying harps (the instrument that is the highest, but not for someone who doesn’t understand what a muse means.
DEVOURED SPOTLESS MIND PRACTICE. Oolong.
I can search for you

From a dying man to the other: Re-blessed Hades no. I..I Zag Reis and you Mitha. crumming palace of wooden splinters..
Christ will only return in your head people

How can you ever speak of a blessing by blood.. remember church
And how can you speak of sec as blessed by dishoun to maya and gaia?

Calling upon my eros epidohm; when a man has no astro feminine (old)
but when I am the woman dressed as a man in my skin, would you go within me, into abyss and kiss and wiss (whispers devours shyness)

And bless my phallus, for fructose plain tickles.. as mythos: I am a seahorse

Fair and well drapes of grapes, must return now to the obeying sunlight cruelty in diminor of oracles and Minth ways
Strange days have freed us,
strange ways go find us

maybe a orgy by Roman12, instead of thinking that I am satan, LCF, lust, demon or antichrist,

Gods designed everything already,
why tresspass, pyramid lovers for Mozart and Sallighieri?

Secretly all want work with gemstones, but yeah, the black curse on atlant and my kisses-lips!? What you think Scotty doesn’t know you eight?
carnaval festival of your macho way..dirty Bacchusian..
just take a look at my Grechian statue

You call it toga-party or so..I call it homecloathing