The Pulp
- xshemaurosbyx
- Jul 11, 2023
- 3 min read
Licking the sacraments not with my fist but with my mind gets me salivated in a reverent way I choke on my own spit and let lizards lead the way. I said I rush um quick with spit on my lips and when I’m pau rever a feverish revine you live beyond my minds and dreams so when it creams I get my spoon ready because a struggling man knows when the foods ready and I stay, that dry and heavy not for me I’m wetly inside a cavity, surprise girl we drippin sweat out of the set that’s repped by me only I can’t have that inside but you know I make it wide and crush skulls and run circles around devils telling them this box you’ll live in will forever circle the square and give praises to the feathered raw or bared. Tethered to a delectable measured leathered better weather gathered smothered juicy spider I pick a leg, Itsy, see and watch it rain down webs through a water spout, Beady eyes have me in awe but I need to feed my lizards and I need something to play with my paws you know ima love you endlessly feed me kalo and steak and watch the cypher seamlessly go through waves on encouragement on this entourage of aunties I’ll be the unko that ran through the panties canned peas for dinner I feed that to my lamb, please for dinner, I eat that with my pork and peas, winner. The sinners food will turn on them and the world will shrink to points, that what was once unknown will be exposed and everyone will known that your mind is low and I crush skulls with my toes and fill others up with a rose no pride in the foes and letter me a number at Home Depot it’s cozy in here you must shop at lowes.
Creepin through my hood like I love the way you extend those things on your chest like I’ve said it with my pens and thumbs on the mic there is none holy but one and I strive to take it there to be as bold as a lion my blood is rare I care for the supernatural that frequent my area I turn um loose onto me they know the deal they know the criteria the mo’o, he’e, manu, and pueo has got me thinking this love is fat just like a whale,
that’s what’s for dinner, fax. Black is the night and purple is the sky and golden are my thoughts like I’ve went through a whole bag of popcorn pop rocks and had shapeshifted to the mind itself Mo’o milfs and one hundred and forty four thousand wills will return to mount Zion to get there cry on and rise on top and mr made leaders on this prized mon size ton of dons waiting patiently for the signal to rectify the name of those we wear that seep through my forehead four beds floating out to sea to chance the waters to then rivers and waterfalls I see. I will perpetuate a spacial dream with a space owls eggs made for love and cream you see the pulp that is swallowed might be the greatest drug that ever did follow the word we call consciousness . It’s demand seems as if many get caught in a spiders web.

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