the shit covered my face

Gold boom Catheter night
i thought we would love a she-male cyborg in the name lists
i learned something from conservatives, then a female dog
syringe blood flowers bloomed as for the blood to fill the flower opening
that was the year after being broken eye-hour supply of wing dies
H zoomed in on dead broken wings
there is no Angel of sand or ash, scattered
i kept feeling the slits in my stomach
i maintained my feeling of the cracks with the abdomen
among them that kind of pipeline in diarrea was lost
including this type of diarrea lost in the pipeline
Blood Feces
[aretsukusu] with my head
Time stood still
it was that after the year
it is every governor of their blue moons close in launching the praise
the cover my surface
contraction veins prompted cowardly artery
hyper close up of shoot