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Description
Horned rim job spectacles
Pansy print billowing amish disease
Need to see those knees
Not the barren pedestals which prop the look at me's
Hush divine librarian fantasies
The devil resided in libraries
Burn the books, the literate, their sympathizers, the need in me please
The measure of a man is determined on a Sunday morning as the bells chime in his absence
Whilst thou kill for thou shall not
Break the Buddhist concentration campground beat the bitches down
they let you
Just mind the kerosene
Oh what they do to me
The paperback addict cowers beneath the business section
Sweating profusely useless nervous only of being sober
Claming illiteracy as his shield
Trying to save his moon shined hide
Nail him to a martyr
Dual expressions of pyroclastic cataclysm
Witness the tears as they take the faces with them
The hard cover enthusiasts assing his way through doors it doesn't fit
Shit on the magazine masters who know no laughter yet several things to do with it
The pious & the pagans disembowel themselves
Amongst the corpses sacrificed for the madness in this woman's eyes
Each time she glances disapprovingly it raises my erection anew
And I return to this moment in both our hearts which is long long overdue

Description
Horned rim job spectacles
Pansy print billowing amish disease
Need to see those knees
Not the barren pedestals which prop the look at me's
Hush divine librarian fantasies
The devil resided in libraries
Burn the books, the literate, their sympathizers, the need in me please
The measure of a man is determined on a Sunday morning as the bells chime in his absence
Whilst thou kill for thou shall not
Break the Buddhist concentration campground beat the bitches down
they let you
Just mind the kerosene
Oh what they do to me
The paperback addict cowers beneath the business section
Sweating profusely useless nervous only of being sober
Claming illiteracy as his shield
Trying to save his moon shined hide
Nail him to a martyr
Dual expressions of pyroclastic cataclysm
Witness the tears as they take the faces with them
The hard cover enthusiasts assing his way through doors it doesn't fit
Shit on the magazine masters who know no laughter yet several things to do with it
The pious & the pagans disembowel themselves
Amongst the corpses sacrificed for the madness in this woman's eyes
Each time she glances disapprovingly it raises my erection anew
And I return to this moment in both our hearts which is long long overdue