Dark Deaths

Happy hookers and education spread across the land Marshall Tucker kind of bars stars and stripes the body host dead bodies strawberries Short cake strange smell of boodies black and purple bloating past their father's own and mother's crimson pinhole and the windows crimson edge. The past is all of the confessions never having had until a certain one. With lips that play the other side of midnight came. She plays with trunks and pulls them out to tuck them in at night. She squeezed and squeezing, squeezed until milk came gushing out and with each redoubled effort spent milk flowed and came. To rest upon the lips of all the dead around.