I know one day my prince will come, no need for him to be well hung. He will have other qualities, some of which you've never seen before. I struggled in my girlish mind trying so hard to dream up my own Mister Right, but not a single vision ever came to me, such is the love that is not meant to be... Oh, illusive amphibian, in on a poisonous scheme, in his invitrious house dwells the old sham of a beast. Beware, the walls are made of glass, yes, all here imitates life, and the symptoms of your sadness are the key to this place. There are two precious holes left in the transparent lid: once in a gesture of hope glued to the barrel's sharpest edge: The larger one of the tunnels allows the channelled waters to flow, because the other one's the exit-door where the air comes and goes. The bubbles of the spectacle unfold their magic, obscene. The offered rivers all turn lethal as the large toad disappears; through veils of sickest transformation the boldest of all gestures is born: the miniature of a prince appears, and he's dancing on the crystal floor! It is imperative now to empty your bladder and bowels, in only three glorious days the prince stretches and grows. All to his pre-destined size, bearing love's promise of life ...- through the disease of a toy we face our secret desire. I know one day my prince will come, no need for him to be well hung. He will have other qualities, some of which you've never seen before. I struggled in my girlish mind trying so hard to dream up my own Mister Right, but not a single vision ever came to me, as I was polishing the armoury... Gone is all fragile beauty the good fairies have called, once the tide of the fourth day washes over the shores. Grown into arduous angles, all distorted and wrong, so grotesque beyond comprehension a royal dick tries to come.
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