Borak the Shmeex

I am Mary and her little Lamb. The Epicurean flavor of fine tastes both in women and voracity. The callous meager senator of the gluttonous urge to purge the embodiement of self. A consummate Christ in the diner of black bodied radiation. Fermenting seagull feces in a canister of ooze to feed the molasses masses. Thick with gender-free oxide malnutrition. CSI cadaver rendition. The Broadway fag in you track mark suspension. Nipple ringed toad galloping on Pegusi. Horrid Paladin seeping into the kingdom of Candyland pedophiliac mania. Hold the phone I'm on the line with...Randle El.