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The Lecherous Male Gaze
02:25
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Whispers to friend hey man get a look fuck padded to put nam her jamming to j walks brah conversation eyed until eyes til you the cry murky brain flows out into gaze hey am to reset brain you're to make these stick stick stickies pardon me i'm parthenoning just killing this time sup sup to clean it's GAY CUM DADDIES and we're here to say fuck the lecherous male gaze
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A Scout in the Silk
02:53
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yeah we went there but then I vomited anyways the story goes pick up the can see yggdrasil see the castle ask its name
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Michael Tireiron
01:36
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michael tireiron sees in two colors black and gray and gray and fuck is great with kids and will pay you back or ghastly fuck solves all disputes puts fires out and he makes me puke the sunday show the only guy who fucks to know is a one man circus his abs will put your eyes out of focus is much to talk about much to do no time at all will tour you around make no sounds as he calls friends is a buff communicator no skills no life no fuck
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We'ren't Airt
02:56
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the heaviest sounds going around must have been heard for miles and miles or yards I guess geese flocking to the temple at the base of the mountain saying we are not what is required old man sighs holds head in hands they aren't the ones we are sighing in our beds guilty heeding our head hand empires like grace told us our lives will go down like this yard is too much for me or the steam connected us to the right pipe several marks been we require several hours slow I don't mind
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Love the Eta You Live
02:32
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love the eta you live
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Fuck It, Next
01:28
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whispers to a underneath the murky enigma what I do is fuck and outside in bitter listen to his thoughts as I trout in the milk is always tired of all your shit man baited eyed to eye til you the cry murky crinkle crinkle out to your pool boy hosting plasmatarium we're GAY CUM DADDIES and tell him so fuck it next
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Banjo Fjords
04:06
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entering truck to full stop pit grass grows until the lawn hits the top gathering my fish hook empire and setting them free into space
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Paul's Tits
03:09
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LISTEN to the thoughts as he comes up again problem after problem becoming friend of a friend sketchy dude in hands drawn up to the beach climbed til reach escape to mocking bird dude in hurt chime lock celebrate with hermits in their fucked up socks paul's tits are an enigma a shimmering show tell them so tired of all your shit man baited breath scared of boss with snake maybe brain death call them as you seem em man takes toes live like sailor or pose creep to enter basement spelled dark dream pull out every person tucked in every seam scream or scram the lucky paul oblivion tucked and run
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Hector Knox
01:29
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hector knox is indeed a fox swimming my head hurts eat too fast or speak so crass live 3d hoodlum ghost people will say you're great but I want you dead
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Cerummy
01:39
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crinkle crinkle fair to lich host the plasmatarium and hope it still fits inside inside lip beat to raw hit slide past the arches in of course you're well sick swelling to the post outbreak fever take in consideration my identical situation lying in bed with the air step death mingling with jockeyed cyst donkey cocks one eye hoping for same crit
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New Funeral for Cruise
02:53
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whitewash me morlock I think ive run out of air this problem is throughout you have no excuse kiss the rebel in me this was your training vigilante with sociopath eyes no difference no surprise this is your new funeral cold blood reprehensible boondock saint no real human spread confession will not help
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A Trout in the Milk
03:58
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in the folding murky substance there lies a tie to the other side it's one of those mysteries he's a dog to a concubine a trout in the milk is always welcome in my life don't be so sure you'll know the end don't be so sure you'll know how it works
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Rick Perry
01:42
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there's a bastard in my head and he's dancing like the reds do oh brother where's your sense of i've lost my head there's an antichrist in here and it's most likely coming from you i've found the jokes and most don't know it's tired rick perry there's a joke going around these parts it involves a sick remark of a seceding territory's heart and it won't start there's no hope for my life here I don't wanna show my guns so I fit in I wanna move out back with the boys rick perry
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Also Handjobs
02:01
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what I do is secret but it's always under watch or outside in bitter cold where there is no thing like hot and under the mascara of the building's rotting flesh there stands a vessel of pure incisors tangled into rotting mess also handjobs in the spring and lightning electrifying mud mid summer raining or mount obtaining sprinkle me in gloried suds tapered off in battered pill or maybe hand off to a wrench sterile people at the watch will always give you shit gaze at mattress hinder to a flexing michael lip take some time off rake the yard and have a good solid fit enter me in local bar where several people break my arms off into their drinks they drink and never say the words roll em up until it works and don't tell me it never hurt cuz every second that exists I imagine you on the top of a very large yacht calling out to your pool boy that's all you'll ever know.
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2011.
2024 Parrots Realm coming soon....
2018's Metal Beach
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