...I don't have a poker face. I'm straight. what I have'll poke her face. she'd eat my strawberry up. if you knew the codes, you'd know the play. since my god showed his jealous streak, I'm-write his mom's stuck 8n my dick. you're god-damned right it's the motherfucking t.o.n.y. christ show, my nig'. so I'm a' son my own god. the lost angeles been my own dog, euthenized since six hundred eighty-five days. I'll pick my own slobs, my own blood rel8tives. wut's kept between vs is this exercise. expect to die five seconds after message red. that's pesticide. mimah can get a good night's rest tonight. conditions and terms for once the devout's scene the vision I provide. t.v. sets turned off. my god camped out in campbell soup's home, wwiii cased hass' campbell's soup's home. fuck his pizza-gate claims, could care less what he wants on his tombstone...