tiyler durden - A non Sequitur

The smell oozes
The slime moves
Can't stand the loneliness
The smell sequites from my slimy oily skin

In my soul you where the top
I have no money, to do what I want
I scream until from the door a knock!
They take me a way in a white coat and put on my door a big padlock

tiyler durden

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