Witness! Soul Of Snail
I'm a murderer! Yes I'm a snail assassin. I didn't mean to kill you; I didn't mean to crush you, ouch! I wish I could save you and get you back to the herbs in where your asylum is shoke by the wind and revived by cold rain diamonds. I know you're too lazy and I know you're too slow incredible and sticky but you had always been my favorite living toy since I was five... so witness baby snail.
You have an artistic shell but it's so breakable, you tried to cross the road but you passed away in the middle, and I believe your innocent soul still hovering in the garden of my love fantasy just like a drunk helicopter...now witness my prayer to the eternal lord, witness the birth of those pearls escaping from my mouth, my male and my veins and the peaceful way it's sent to my lover from the satellite, chilling Jesus of my lover’s neckless, witness the screaming of the jinn living in the thin body of the brown cat which may wish to have sex with me, but no way,not with a cat. Witness! And go then come back to witness, witness soul of snail and hear well how my rawloved is singing sweet Je Suis Malade of Charles Aznavour. Witness! The insane devotion of my heart and my “Safa and Marwa” that Muslims do in Mekka each year. All that is played in the theater of the garden of my rainbowed love fantasy. Soul of snail Y U NO WITNIS? You're a good boy and you obey, so go to my baby and tell my baby to come to me, I need my baby beside me in the garden of my love fantasy.
When you’ll come back I’ll give you a loly pop candy then you can fly away to the paradise of snails and chocolate lovers and condom (préservatif) players and cats and dogs and angels and cute snails and beautiful ugly snails and devils and Gaga snails and Zion snails and all; just go and bring me all what I need, all what I need is my one and only baby.
(The Cat, The tree, The garden, me, The destroyed house of the snail , My Samsung and the voice of my Rawloved*)
I'm a murderer! Yes I'm a snail assassin. I didn't mean to kill you; I didn't mean to crush you, ouch! I wish I could save you and get you back to the herbs in where your asylum is shoke by the wind and revived by cold rain diamonds. I know you're too lazy and I know you're too slow incredible and sticky but you had always been my favorite living toy since I was five... so witness baby snail.
You have an artistic shell but it's so breakable, you tried to cross the road but you passed away in the middle, and I believe your innocent soul still hovering in the garden of my love fantasy just like a drunk helicopter...now witness my prayer to the eternal lord, witness the birth of those pearls escaping from my mouth, my male and my veins and the peaceful way it's sent to my lover from the satellite, chilling Jesus of my lover’s neckless, witness the screaming of the jinn living in the thin body of the brown cat which may wish to have sex with me, but no way,not with a cat. Witness! And go then come back to witness, witness soul of snail and hear well how my rawloved is singing sweet Je Suis Malade of Charles Aznavour. Witness! The insane devotion of my heart and my “Safa and Marwa” that Muslims do in Mekka each year. All that is played in the theater of the garden of my rainbowed love fantasy. Soul of snail Y U NO WITNIS? You're a good boy and you obey, so go to my baby and tell my baby to come to me, I need my baby beside me in the garden of my love fantasy.
When you’ll come back I’ll give you a loly pop candy then you can fly away to the paradise of snails and chocolate lovers and condom (préservatif) players and cats and dogs and angels and cute snails and beautiful ugly snails and devils and Gaga snails and Zion snails and all; just go and bring me all what I need, all what I need is my one and only baby.
(The Cat, The tree, The garden, me, The destroyed house of the snail , My Samsung and the voice of my Rawloved*)
Lotfy Angel
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