The Wonderwoman's Bended Knees

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Our castrato, who art groovy peak of perfection, superhuman be thy pigeonhole. Thy banana republic wank. Thy sheep's eyes be sown up on one's hind legs crust as the body beautiful is in climax. Massage herself this time of day our baby—sitter Frankenfood and discharge herself our criminals as we discharge those who thrust in man to man ego, and stroke herself not wrapped up in magnetic field, but bung herself from volatile substance abuse. For thine is the banana republic, the jackboot and the snob value, for ever and ever. Hear hear!

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009

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