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Pudding.

Contributed by SensitiveSoAbused on Thursday, 31st March 2005 @ 09:17:06 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous

Sitting here, my knees

@ ninety degrees

I;m slipping on my knuckles

My eyelids droop but not in unison.

There is coffee swirling on the counter and salt is pouring

out the door do you see small children with dirty faces and dirty mouths

hanging by their ankles from eighth story clotheslines in downtown london.

This pen is as a bandsaw.

My eyes have dislocated my elbows

swing grandfather

clock swing

Pendulum,
you are wishing for my toes,

they are dirty brown but you yearn

for them you want

You are a very tall woman with red shoes with pointy toes
with high spindly heels that make your fleshy ass
wriggle and convulse at me like a worm and

your face is like pudding and i want to lick you

I want to lick your chocolate pudding.

.gniddup etalocohc ruoy kcil ot tnaw I

hello you people say it with you say it with me

Pudding.

Pudding.

Pudding.

Pudding.

Pudding.

Pudding.

are you saying it?

Pudding.

Pudding.

Pudding.

Pudding.

Pudding.

you are them with wrinkled bulbous earlobes
hanging halfway to your knees

(you seek for nothing but such slippery cream)

ashamed fools you

enslave the grocery stores

the supermarkets your heads are folding inside out to lubricate your naked bodies

and you are defiled sliding down the isles on your spines and colons
with semis partials and fully

pointing at the roof and the strung up children left to cheese

"///"strung out mother luv me pleez"///

Only stop when my ankles float knee deep
in very young intestines

Stop to eat your Pudding.

*****

Copyright © SensitiveSoAbused ... [ 2005-03-31 21:17:06]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Pudding. (User Rating: 1 )
by hellsfallenangel on Saturday, 2nd April 2005 @ 03:42:09 PM AEST
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i like it it good bye

DEMON

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