I lick you- to shake your languid iron lungs
dress up- this void with whispers of lust
fatten- my luscious maddened tongue
blow- these shadows from your brown eyes
envision- dreams in God's delirious sleep
beautify- ten feet chains of moments
beat- Mondays with a saddened gown
steal- pur...
A website that replicates a stoner's soiled dormroom mini-fridge... my fingers felt sticky after 20 seconds of toddler grammar. And made up words, no less... "onirophyse" Anyone?
