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Void Dweller
a red faced beefsteak beans on toast Francophobe
Pawn of the satanic landowner. Meat slab faced and quick to anger
A confused peasant who's read too much and too little. Caliban with the look of Levi Bellfield.
Tries it on with the heroine. Stammering through a Shakespearean sonnet, mispronouncing all the words, holding a wilted flower in the other hand.
Piteous but laughable and disgusting. Get them out of this story before it loses all dignity.
There was a video of me dancing at a UK funky party in Bristol which was a road to Damascus document that forced me to lose weight.
Hawaian shirt, visible gut, screaming like a howler monkey because the DJs playing crazy cousins
Tie round the head, sweat-drenched shirt bursting open to disgorge hairy flab, screaming when the DJ drops "September", relatives of the bride escorting their kids to the exits.
I just can't shift this massive beer gut that I've accumulated over decades
I basically just want to annoy and hurt people because I'm so alienated from them that I'm desperate for confirmation that I exist.