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the sexual groans of zombie days
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Humanity another mindless bumble through a less than sordid day
the young march like zombies lit only when a passing meal is eyed off
the hallways groan with the unliving minds asleep though feigning awake.
cows chewing cud or is that gum mamories on disply udderly open crotches
suggesting a very shallow experience no matter how deep one plunges
Mounds divided by womanly figure hugging jeans of alpha primates...
propelled by a slow morbid sexual groaning in the sex scented air..
whats in it for me?
whats in it for You?
Nothing...
of any value
switch on the light
you may be offended by your own sight...
or not.
