-A good fluffer- Erects men back to their glorious past- A clamped hand and stroking rhythm- From flacid flesh into a taut purple vein- -In the new garden- Men and Women- Passing the times- Drinking the wine- And enjoying the cheese- Forgetting the world- Forgetting the money- And fucking like bunnies- With out the weight of the world- On their backs- Slip and slide- Death rolls snake eyes- -Strategizing debauchery, placating to the populace's fears from the army’s wrath- A calm lull before the earth shaking tanks- With strong hard ons- Are ready to fire- -Inciting a decsent that was in the making- For years- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!! The little juju bees out of each other- Roll grapes on you’re tongue- And bathe in blood after- Walk past the torn body parts- The pulp of human ruin- Intestines and femurs- Freshly, lying without their owners- In the rancid air of decapitated reason- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!! The fluffers ready to find a new rhythm- From their strokes of genius- Who knows, the end of the world may come tommorrow- But at least they're cumming with it too-Birth sign: Libra
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