🔥 HOT: Groups/sindead/announcements/listing - Uncensored 2025

Hi. Found this in a drawer left behind in the house I just purchased, as titled.

Can't a goodboy sing of daisies? He dares not.
Won't the dally dawdler spring upon the welling gloom?
His home, apart, we stricken folk bear grief through thickets
trampling earth-tethered beings beneath mighty boots--
that looming mirror gleaming a future before time.

Can't a goodgirl sing of plenty? She knows not.
Whence the listless mayor brings a praising quilt.
Reap the fruit our refuge, hoist the trodden guilty,
blasting, burning, scouring 'cross domesticated fields--
shan't weep upon your spoiled husk left empty.

Gourdly, bowlly, seldom strikes the final clap of cosmic flame.

Freedom bends the pull of wicks
three clams a-quick
trap the tarry nethwick
find the lamb and stick a pig
hog the head and drink the red
Bill and Bally thirty each a day
play away the furthest wins
gain a couple idiots
throw your lefties and I'll catch
hook and dodge your leper's press
skipping saintly secretly
slyly chanting reverently
lord of lords below my bread
heave the sand upon my bed
thirst of thirteen branches bent
clap a shapely skewing prick
douse the neighbors cuckoos clean
run the wild dogs ahead
scream of death at each behead
flip the candle, went the bright limp
snatch the tarry milk ahold.

One morning, East. Ever East, never forward. Granted, there never were no unEast. UnWest there were, East. Gather. Your door down, mine ajar, slightly. Don't look. You creep. You're a creeper, I'm a felter. Felt your feather when your whisper. Lisper, can't begrudge the errant K---ng. Hows a brick aboard your standard. Flick your lefty and I'll latch, suck your tummy then you'll hatch. Flyyyyyyyyy! Bowl the dasher! blast the hasher! One, one, two, three! away! awent!!

can't.

Figgle in tiggle, watch and weighted.
Less unelated, must we conserve
unto monsterr, No
Ago the loss. Stop!!
Mind stepped alone
Home lost busy doogle.
Never find.
Never.

-- Adolf Fjord

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Cat-bat-rat hybrids
they are a new fad from. beyond the veil
where sweltering heat typically prevents consumption of "frozen desserts
'but two-headed snakes
and subservient their scaly beings
all tell the story of a cloud-like flying centipede
named _Jerry
in solemn incantations
elusive to other cognizant matter inhabiting universe 11
(this
universe);
and one visage, if any, if nobody could hope to read their weeping eyes
spilling sickly streams of sadness even as they laugh
and offer not but soot from oldgray boots
let those angels eat them
and stars fall upon our swollen crowns
for Jerry_ is the one who traveled(IIRC)
he may have left his britches back there(or nay)
I see you.