gang stocking in simi valley

I saw what Isaac did.

He dumped a pile of bloody tampons on the bathroom floor.

 I wonder whose tampons they are?

 Maybe they are his?????

There also was slimy white scum

too...WHAT IS THAT?????

 Isaac YOU bad bad monkey!

 Issaaaccc

IIIsaaaaaac

IIssaccc

IIIIIIIsssaC

 I saw what you did.

I am a bad monkey too.

 I wonder if Isaac will let me join the gang stalkers?

 

You know I am bad

 badder than bad bad bad

 I can

 

interrogate

insinuate

 I can wear a uniform

 if it's

 BIG ENOUGH

I can do all this

I can do it for chump change

because I want to get close

to the beautiful gang moll

and

GIVE HER A KISS

RIGHT WHERE IT COUNTS

win money

most ofall

have a

cosmic

time

at the

races

BEHEADING ENEMIES IS A RABID EXCUSE FOR ISLAMIC DOCTRINE

THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO PRACTICE BARBARISM WILL DIE WITH NO REWARD FROM GOD AND THEY WILL ALSO LOSE THEIR SOULS

BEWARE

THE WAR AGAINST THE JEWS

ANNAQ

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bad monkey ugly monkey infested monkey

dude

Shakir Wahiyib Bad Monkey

 this joker shakir wahiyib  wants to be a movie star however here in America we eat pet eagles and the best way to cook them is in a rich creamy soup shakir my man, you never show your teeth. are they rotten? ha ha hA WELL THEN, SOUP IS THE BEST FOOD FOR YOU.

the bee tickle for david bowie

before the bee tickled

 

david

bowie

 

he waited for its sting

 

with much apprehension

he courted the queen

 

david

bowie

 

 

remembering

 

that not all is in heaven

just as hell gives as it takes

 

now for the sake of sanity

 

david bowie

 

tickles the bee

 

 





a shared kiss is better than no kiss at all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

spaceborn

spacebred

annaq

with

love

 



ohthatdavidbowie

oh thatdavidbowie
ohthatdavidbowieohthatdavidbowie

annnaannnaannnnnnaQ

weloveyou

 

all shook yuck

this is who i am

i have walked the 

earth before and

i will walk again

i play a game of chance

deep rooted in the

soil my cards are

in the cauldron and

i laugh i watch

them boil

no one hears the echo

of my humors cold

and fine i take off

heads i bleed the 

sick i drink their 

blood in place of wine