GoatSong, yes Tragedy=> hE so came out, hose attached, and botched. The yen to go back in There TheCave that is. . .
GoatSong, yes Tragedy=> hE so came out, hose attached, and botched. The yen to go back in There TheCave that is, needed a Plan B: Mother such murder bing man bing in the can a standee 4peepee, mine ownself (now I let out it's mE) SO in a Sabbath of Decades, sissy, and now hE sits. Lipstick thick on lips & scarletfingertipped see mE stand before the Mirror mirroring O Tits like the Miss beloved, all of Em (the Way they talk&weep&gossip tells a Woman; harmonics Holy and above tenortimbre and I becum Member be.have O Yes the Echo from Caves down there Theirs direct me toward away from menshorde into Hers Grotto-Lair. I care, O Mere de Terre In this RoomSunlitMorrow of no sorrow I be sissy beyond the SacredCave for Womb I rave. . . i sacrifice my gOAT and gloat the mAN departsme; downsitting i pee 4U unto eternity.