Factory girl, factory girl
What will I do for you?
Nothing, nothing, but pull it
To LBFM.biz
You will not go to heaven
You will just go to work
And when all the emotions of this
Burst forth as a spark
Place your phone on your pillow
And pet it like a dead kitten
The sheltering hand casts the shadow
Of cum thrown on the face of your mom
If that does not end the world
Then the world just ends when you’re dead
It’s no mean feat to fuck yourself in the ass
Yet how often we bring it off
There is dignity in serenity
And dignity, too, in a clenched fist
Dedicated to a monstrous worthlessness
Thank you for making this purse