Hello there young child
I'm here to enquire about your spoons
The feeling of rust against my salad fingers
Is almost orgasmic
I wonder what you taste like
I like it when the red water comes out
Who the devil are you
You appear to be free of all information
I know it hurts
Just try and sit still
Whilst the doctor eats your blood
A lethargic child is a servant to the beast
What's wrong Mr Fingers?
Do you not like my mouth words?
released April 28, 2015
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