GridcosmLevel 1049 of 4693
Started on Mar 23, 2002.
Completed on Mar 24, 2002.
Grid poemHer Pimp went to a self-help seminar and she spent all night worrying. If I meet one more person, I'm gonna shit. And I don't know whether it was interesting or not, but it shat something that sounded like a theory that God was equivalent to the external world, and really never thought about something like you until now and decided that it wasn't it's problem. God doesn't have sex. Think outside the box. It's wrong...., wrong....., wrong. Or inside it. Personally, inside it is something that really has a flavorful odor, the perfume of the surrogate sub wife his surrogate mate. She was lyin', which is why it smelled like a friendly feline butthole greeting.
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