follow that road..
that leads to malfescence..
discover the carnal self-reluctance..
and pose in front of the sick and twisted
mirror of your smiling demeanor..
walk inside your mad little lies
and pretend it all makes sense..
to an indifferent universe..
polka dot franchise..
I'm missing the point
so screw me and do me
almost to the point of death
rescended bloated and full
of wholesome goodness..
gaurantee to put a smile
on your face..
or your money back..
By Rick Weber
December 12, 2011
copywritten
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