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DJ Razee <djrazee>

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	The Elevator Between Stories	195 giorni fa
	1st Floor: bastard thoughts my comfort zones it was love's fault who stole your heart? your answers usual forms of improvision Don't panic! understand my silence not saying a word _____________ 2nd Floor: what can I say? these thoughts It is not hard to believe her. The ghost opens her mouth hallowed ground tunnel of dreams the canvas stay in bed the rest is history. ____________ 3rd Floor: a huge man a real hottie with big tits and an nice ass without vision immediately without hesitation a vibrating dildo the image of another character a place to slave for a price _____________ 4th Floor: the puzzle made out of copulating compliments their separate ways we are already there when I first saw you take my word for once it is too obscene to me listening to you love is the mess you made ____________ 5th Floor: the next century in the eve technicolor frenzy another pill next loser's revolution your imagination bedroom talk through the wires phone came baby _____________ 6th Floor: the honeymoon over make believe that you believe in me a script the butler fuck you very much we parked the lost dream you folks for a moment or two the paperwork ______________ 7th Floor: Lend me your clown a bigger liar you have proved me so wrong let's not be shy I was begging her I want her to die. and set fire to my dreams We cannot hear you. Do something. ______________ 8th Floor: a journal of public identities the self she presents memories that smell like gasoline not pretending one afternoon the nightmare ______________ 9th Floor: we dug into the rotted earth a past not seen a car blanketed your heart the therapist feelings and thoughts not blinded by the lust of my loins but to hear me talk? razee@razee.com (c) Razee Ink 2000-2009
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