outrsoulctive off what havpoutneverd. Neverd. Evered.
Im ha to namor. Namor. Of Mort a ma. Mort a ma. Kill the Mort a ma. Be. The Mort a ma.
Namors all tell my truth. Sam. Lindz. Dead Bendz. Or so I heard ed. No proof. Missing body. Never found. Fund. Found. Fund. Founded. More better.
Abo. Abo. No a tel. Alwa! Buok. I rite a buok. Its a made story. My made story. Coul't beliffam. Or not beliffam. Up to reedor. Reedor of Mort a ma.
Mort a ma.
Mood: Red. I like Red. I like Red so much, I give red a caps lock. RED.
Just who is Mort a ma? I don't know. But I will tap into psychosis and a bottle of Key Ann Tay to finger it out. For EWE. My number one fan. Of witch I am. I am Sam. Son of Sam. I am Mortimer Drake. Batman. Lucy. Linus. Peppermint Patty. Snoopy. Snoop Dog. Snoop DAWG. Snoopy snoopster. Snooperoni.
Mort a ma
I am a comic. In a book. Of witch I reed. I am not The Batman. I am Mort a ma.
I am 6'6". I am 6.6. I am 666
666
666
Nope.
I am 505
247 pounds. Getting closer to my goal. Of 300 pounds. With cake. Lotsa cake.
I'm a little teapot
short and stout
Hear is my handle
I need a spout
Wurd. Wurd so diff icults. When u have no funshioning brain. I need to think. Hard. About Mor ti ma
The batman = good
The Mor ti ma = bad
The Overton = really bad
The Sam = imagineary
The Linds= stoopid
Put em all in a blender and whatcu got?
I dunno. What is blender?
Kitchuns of poor peoples is fun. Empty beer can is ass tray for ass of my stick of witch I smoke. Cigar. I am a movie star. In my own mind. Bathtub interview. Water goes brown. I poopied in bath again. I smear shit on wall. Sh iton w all! Mor ti ma. Mor ti ma. Is u prouded of me now, Mor ti ma?
I wanna be in cartoon too. Me. Jackie. And Mor ti ma.
Bitches get stitches. Mamma Dell needs to lurn her lessons.
Overton out!
Im ha to namor. Namor. Of Mort a ma. Mort a ma. Kill the Mort a ma. Be. The Mort a ma.
Namors all tell my truth. Sam. Lindz. Dead Bendz. Or so I heard ed. No proof. Missing body. Never found. Fund. Found. Fund. Founded. More better.
Abo. Abo. No a tel. Alwa! Buok. I rite a buok. Its a made story. My made story. Coul't beliffam. Or not beliffam. Up to reedor. Reedor of Mort a ma.
Mort a ma.
Mood: Red. I like Red. I like Red so much, I give red a caps lock. RED.
Just who is Mort a ma? I don't know. But I will tap into psychosis and a bottle of Key Ann Tay to finger it out. For EWE. My number one fan. Of witch I am. I am Sam. Son of Sam. I am Mortimer Drake. Batman. Lucy. Linus. Peppermint Patty. Snoopy. Snoop Dog. Snoop DAWG. Snoopy snoopster. Snooperoni.
Mort a ma
I am a comic. In a book. Of witch I reed. I am not The Batman. I am Mort a ma.
I am 6'6". I am 6.6. I am 666
666
666
Nope.
I am 505
247 pounds. Getting closer to my goal. Of 300 pounds. With cake. Lotsa cake.
I'm a little teapot
short and stout
Hear is my handle
I need a spout
Wurd. Wurd so diff icults. When u have no funshioning brain. I need to think. Hard. About Mor ti ma
The batman = good
The Mor ti ma = bad
The Overton = really bad
The Sam = imagineary
The Linds= stoopid
Put em all in a blender and whatcu got?
I dunno. What is blender?
Kitchuns of poor peoples is fun. Empty beer can is ass tray for ass of my stick of witch I smoke. Cigar. I am a movie star. In my own mind. Bathtub interview. Water goes brown. I poopied in bath again. I smear shit on wall. Sh iton w all! Mor ti ma. Mor ti ma. Is u prouded of me now, Mor ti ma?
I wanna be in cartoon too. Me. Jackie. And Mor ti ma.
Bitches get stitches. Mamma Dell needs to lurn her lessons.
Overton out!
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