What name might pay.

She keeps this bogus pumping straight to my heart.
She eyes me like a Pisces as well, I am weak.
No kids forgive none just yet.
Black sheep gone.
Black sheep run.
Something in the brain.
That slipped my mind.
Unknowing co-authorship.
I fall like I get depressed.
May there be.
Me too brah.
I try, I need to practice.
Bury the living she needs.
Blood to maintain.
Her homeostasis control.
Of depth and perception, no hello.
Give us conversations.
In the alley of our dreams.
Come on and and take it.
I'm tied to a diamond.
We are dying machines you groom.

Defecations, redesigning multiplications.
Grooming these defecating monsters and sheep.

Groom yourself to look good.
Go to yourself and find a room.
Look at those shrooms.
I think I might sell.
Me as a product.
Oh wow.

Defecations, redesigning multiplications.