Satire
The exotic beauties of the schools are also grouped into selfish, petty sects! How many people have called themselves prostitutes?! He wandered around the stilted corners of the streets, longing for true immortality! Frivolous Taverna pimps, with treacherous intentions, are collecting Judas-swaggers, who are going to make the industry sick, sooner or later they will vomit, and it will be too late for the salvageable! You can get slapped for a cheap one-night stand! They're talking back-to-back lapdogs, small-time House Angels! - Like a calculated lunatic crouching shadows, they turn into nothing but snitch dreams!
He who does not follow the golden mean carries the shadow of swaying days! Divas ' sun-drenched faces flicker with light and spawn with botox-collagen; it can only be a meager consolation for the risks of survival at all times! Hordes of men throw sneaky handshakes and cheap promises with arrogant pride, and when the age of proof comes, they back off! Today we are made to dance by dangerous melodies and it is not certain that in the depths of darkened algal roads the life-giving light can still remain clinging!
Big talkers, hard-working scavengers of this present present can only scrape out the orphaned Chestnut! The crimes of recreational knuckleheads are quietly swept under the carpet! - Unruly, otherworldly brain-evenings are splintered apart, and my million gurgles among small glass pots the throbbing
So many links of pearls! In the burrows of the alleyways, watchful watchful-looking dogs groaning, and you can hardly know who can easily be a friend or an enemy? The late troublemakers have retreated, and now it would be so good to have a prophetic eccentric one safely lead the way!
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Written on February 18, 2024
Submitted by oasev on February 17, 2024
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