hey are you in the mood yet my dick is as hard as a chinese temple i am brown and i am bursting i am ready to show you the thing i have employed the cyst inside the brain of C. ROBIN MADIGAN i have licked the forehead eyes and sniffed the binaural loafers of DANIEL SPINKS i have known the lengths and widths of palpitating corrosive blastula ensconched in the bright red grease of HEATHER DAVIDSON i have curled and cursed and lashed to smear the snot the knotted spittle, swipe JOHN SPIERS across the mouth i have eaten rot bread from the sordid clapsing knuckles of the former resident inside G. DAVID SCHWARTZ i have cried to fill an inner-tube and rode than inner tube down one long hall leading to the bedroom inside the bedroom of ADAM J. MAYNARD our lungs would squirt and fart and mostly wriggle each time i knelt on knees in the corroded den ripped in the torso of PETER BERGHOEF there is a problem in the active seeker there is something chewing in my testicles it has a name its name is JUSTIN RANDS its name is swollen its name has carbuncles its name is etched into pillows with the pubic hair of KENDRA GRANT MALONE i became a lesion on the inner thigh of the woman in the window across the street from ZACHARY GERMAN who has spent hours watching him masturbate in front of youtube recording himself for youtube commented endlessly and in foreign languages by JOSH WALLAERT i would like it if you were larger i would like it if you had been somewhere else at the time of the birth of the birth of the birth of J.A. TYLER everything is liquid i have a special boy i have a special man inside my fist i am packaging my fist in duct tape and applying postage i will mail it across the sea i will mail it in one small container and appear embedded in HEDY ZIMRA's lungs this is a problem this is a problem this is certainly not right $$$$