The ever-notches of stream foundation tells us nothing but a score of butts embracing side by side. In the era of Chinese incidents, shipment of opium turned he-gender to superficial left-handed warriors, pleasing fat limbs of he-queens and she-kings while planting mahogany seeds near the boundary of depression. Roller blades were invented for transporting tons of heavy smokes and to peep Les coutulier knitting pantyhose, making love with cayenne peppers sprinkled on top of hot cake coming from 0 kW boiler. By 1992, shentai disturbed the dancing BDSM community, spitting hastalloy to groups of grandmothers. Today, my virgin momma told me I was plastically-made dispersing like a smoke, not like a man.
Photo by: Andrea Hannah Valencia
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