The DJ, he who spins the needle, a surgeon of sound and his jive tune: a cruel prophecy of flesh meeting pavement, of lips split like ripe fruit. The world is full of floors, and all of them beg for tongues.
Your fists, my mouth, the floor. Let's see where gravity takes us.
Hey drill btw I have no idea who you actually are I just asked for shitposters on Blue sky and you came up
My entire view of you is a silly jester who makes funny posts
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Your fists, my mouth, the floor. Let's see where gravity takes us.
My entire view of you is a silly jester who makes funny posts
He nakes me happylaff