cut me up, dissect, dialect detect erect, eyes play backwards direct, subject-ive, I suggest suggestive conversation master (bait the hook with a fat worm you can’t see) he said between my legs was a desolate place with his face buried in trash, and a rubber arm that thinks but I don’t know what to think, I’m just a bitch at a kitchen sink with a void I fill with flesh and a dinner to cook and eat (Oh god you taste so real, I can’t believe it’s not love. Can you taste and feel?) no. I did what I could and she finished herself off All girls just want to get fucked.