guts torn along alleys darkened by howler assassins warm heart snatched
gray wall agony sawn neck dazed blade rusty dull my entrails on the table
sheared light drilled multiple vertical crack slow impalement walking through
the cut-throat street broken ribs hoping for some headless glow cracking the
cartilage of the spear yelling loud twirling blinding furious cock singing upcoming
murders licking sweet thighs killer Bone gleaming biting hilarious rump steak
blood mixed with fresh brains spattered on Mary's cleavage the artist is not an
ego she went home licking her own tits that's my skull
“the-flow-flows” could coincide with : SILENCE
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