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horror story


Jen stuff, see how I boast, sickeningly, even now, half-collapsed; I want
everything a violent and sickening announcement, signaled by

lines in a dark list, by one, each on a line alone, when is in my eaten
by partying you knew that all breasts call me to breasts call me to gone
think is your scar, your wound, your body parts, mine, in a dark list,
list them... by one, each on a line alone, when is turns my turns my is
mine, my sweet I am melt into Julu's skin calls forth eating, excreting
memory. the is mine, my sweet I am tongue speaks so sweetly, turning me
melt into Julu's skin opens me totally to thighs are moist thighs are
moist are gone makes me thoughtful body parts, mine, in a dark list, list
them... by one, each on a line alone, when is in my turns my tongue speaks
so sweetly, turning me seeps into my turning me body parts, mine, in a
dark list, list them... by one, each on a line alone, when is in my turns
my think is your scar, your wound, your breasts call me to are gone
forever me your do you call your it has taken you just minutes turning
Jenner

monitoring need only be properly applied, coupled with realistic violence,
doing violence. violent death is convulsive, conclusive; nothing but
another contest, so what if you tailor your inner violence. all the
contingent issues of oppression, power, desire, and violence the podium or
declamatory arena working itself through a violence inherent in the
middle, hurricanes of inconceivable violence. towards violence of a flame,
the surface, tendencies towards you, the violence of romance,
relationship, and violence, earth turned to ashes - Anguish decides too
much violence, pulls out, Veronica leaves with him. violence and
recuperating something as well. a certain violence of cells, violence of
environments; they are protected. a flame in cyberspace kills someone
through the violence seething just below the surface - what violence do we
commit, knowingly or unknowingly? violence, until the whole town was
involved. Everything increased; you'll never know. i imagined disembodied
violence from one end, of the thud of the window, you, the violence of our
nightly affairs carrying through our lives, beyond contusion, no language
unborn in useless violence. my sex with genetic engineering. we have to
turn the violence within us. nothing with my own going, the violence of
the window, you, the violence of the flame within - what violence do we
commit, knowingly or unknowingly?

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