writhing that’s my tummy last night
writhing and keep on writhing
ohch my love that is going my tummy baby
writhing here and writhing there
okay I can see you writhing no care!
go through the red dream in dark I do the hazard
forever losing my dear Marie!
oh I writhing in and out and in and out
get down turn on throw up
there’re 358 wild seeds
they writhing for the missing spring
that’s all cause the absurd and gorgeous soiree
there goes the first screen of Pinocchio
mechanical band ,the doll hidden in the box too
yes the fountainhead must be the blowing up of balloons
sure right extremely
fart attack!
oh oh what the hell! what a smell!
it is！
collapsing nothing happening
dead
not yet