Whoo-hooing across Lethe
Cries ring out
Some schmuck wanting to board the ship
Getting a paddle to his sconce
If there is a kiss of Death, I want it. She withholds it, like some dominatrix cuckold ...
If I can enable myself to smear my body with the sweat and grime of innumerable sluts,
then please let me!
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