Custom dreams,
Tailored in space,
Sent down here,
To the human race,
For the little people,
To dream of lives,
Different than their own,
Which brings no surprise,
But while the tailor is in,
There is no freedom to gain,
For custom dreams,
Bring nothing but pain.















Devious Comments
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Clitter!! Turns my Labia into a YAY!-bia!
dA member #253266
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The text above was written by a robot made by an atomic space monkey.
ill work on it again in a week. so i have a fresh view on it.
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The text above was written by a robot made by an atomic space monkey.
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I'm gonna cut you up so bad you gonna wish I ain't cut you up so bad
(Some bad roaches)
~XerStock
*Dark-Arts-Asylum Resident, Room 223
thanks a bunch kitty!
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The text above was written by a robot made by an atomic space monkey.
hope it helps!
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I'm gonna cut you up so bad you gonna wish I ain't cut you up so bad
(Some bad roaches)
~XerStock
*Dark-Arts-Asylum Resident, Room 223
thank you very much
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The text above was written by a robot made by an atomic space monkey.
it flows nicely, what with the rhyming and such, but i'd do something different with the punctuation. maybe not a comma at the end of every line?
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Ask me about barnacles, you won't regret it.
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