If you ever dared to have faith in the heavens, be informed, the moon, your mom, she already turned her back, in this room, between these walls, she's moaning, not even caring to lament, how she failed her son, live, laugh, love, the cold, hard ground, and the deep, black night, blonde chicks and black dildos, is it easy, exactly like your mom's pussy, a woman’s success and the strength of her womb, in the depths of the valley, is it any place for respect, don’t ask, don’t tell, the moon sways, push and pull, the ocean waves, hold back her hair, grab her neck, I may respect you as a person, but that has nothing to do with this, just two animals in heat, expressing all of it, humanity and its plight, the winter wind, and youth savoring it, sustenance in a cruel world, when it comes, rejoice, all over her face, don’t report me to HR, I swear, I didn’t wear a condom, but I I’m not ready to commit, push you off a cliff, then say just kidding…

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