Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

My love’s from another place and time
From the golden age of sexual grime
If God can invent a time machine
I’ll be first to ride to get his genes

In today’s world they no longer make
Men like him, most are half-baked
He penetrated lots of sloppy holes
I’ll offer him my body, heart, and soul


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