WEREWOLF EATS VAMPIRE GIRL (6)
The weird of the wolf smells the gore-smeared lips of Kitty,
Knowing she'll bring blood-red brilliance to a friendship by way of macabre intercourse made pretty;
Therefore, he cleans his fur with pink tongue in gleam
Of Moon's Crescent Cool shimmering clean,
Displaying majestic mountains and a constructed colony soon--
Futurity Creates: Earth will inhabit the Neon-Cheese of vacuous gloom.
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Kitty Pencil Crayon Art. Too, all my female art reminds of an odd guy in DRAG--here's Kitty:
