Late when the moon is high, and my mind is at ease….. The eyes of my soul peer deep, far into the pits of fear. Sunken deep into my bed of silk, under the light of the high night’s sun… does the sweat form on my brow, as within my spirit a war does rage.… Continue reading Forbidden Nightmares
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Fat ‘Lympics
lets go to the fat Olymipics Watch the hundred meter heartattacks in twenty five minutes Count the judges that nervous break on the fat walk