DJ Spooky by JdaP (in the style of G. Stein)
Everyone knows him, everyone knows him, knows his work, knows how he mixes. Everyone knows him, he knows his work, his work knows him, his work is him, he mixes his work, his work mixes, his work mixes him and he knows it.
His work is more than most know, his work is more than they see, his work is more than they hear, his work is a work, that is work that works to mix. His work is a work, that works to comment on the mix, his work is a work that comments on work that mixes the unmixed.
He works to mix his ideas with your philosophies and his work, his insight is found in the mix of his work and his works, work. His work is seen through the mix, through the mix of his work, you can see his work, work to mix these ideas.
I work and mix as he, as he has inspired me to work, his work, his mix, his mixed works have changed me, and I have created my own mixed works, my own style of mixing that I found through inspiration of his work, from watching his work, reading his work, and mixing works and thinking of mixing works, in a way in which he works, in a mixing work style that works to help us mix our work.
However he came, or he wanted to cum, so it was not so simple, he is still a man. I didn't want to cum, I only wanted to mix, I wanted to work, I wanted to mix our work, and work to mix. I wanted to work and talk of work, I wanted to discuss work, and discuss mixing. But he still tried to mix, to kiss, to work his prick, he wanted me to work his prick, to touch his dick. I walked with no lick, no mix, it made me sick
I work like he works, we both still work. And we work very similar, and mix in our own work, our own mix, we work our mix in the same vein, in the same game. But I have no name, I'm just plain, JanedaPain. But here we still work, and mix and there was more to this Miss. More to this Miss. More to my mix, my mix of my left tit, a dialog of tit, a dialog of what is left of my tit, a dialog of my mix of my tits and how they compare to you dick and your prick. I still work to mix, to mix my list, I'm not on your list, so you'll always dismiss, dismiss this work, this mix, this interaction, this history of forget me nots you'll never understand that mix.
There was more to mix, there was more to get, more to remember, you remember, you remember me saying no, you remember me saying, no. You remember our work, do you remember my work? Do you remember how you wanted my work, how you wanted to work, how you worked and wished to mix, you wanted to mix and I didn't want to mix like that, I wanted to mix like this, I wanted to mix and match, cut and scratch. I wanted to mix and match, I know you know how to mix and match, I wanted to talk with you on cuts and scratch, I wanted a dialog of work, I wanted a dialog to mix work, I wanted to talk of mixing cuts and mixing scratches. I wanted to fall in love with the mix, before we mixed, I wanted to fall in love with dialog, before we scratched.
to work as he works, he works as he mixes, he mixes his work, he must choose, and think his work is much work, he works to cut, he works to cut up, he works to cut up, he works to cut, he works to cut mixes, he works to mix cuts, he cuts to work mixes through his works, so he can scratch
his work changes, his work changes, his work changes people, his work changes things, his work changes cuts, his mix is the change, his change is the mix, his mix is the change, his change is the mix, his mix changes things in the mix, his work changes the mix of things, his work is the change his work is the remix of change, his work changes the remix of work.
His work still inspires me to work, his work still inspires me, his work still inspires me to work, his work still inspires me to work and change my work with mixes and cuts. His work still interests me, his work still interests me in change, his work still interests me in mixing, and in cutting, his work is interesting to me. His work is still an interest even though I touched his prick, even though I didn't want to touch his prick, I wanted to touch him. I touched his prick and he is a prick, he is a dick and he has a dick, and dick that can mix. And his mixes still mix me up and change me. But I wanted more, and I wanted him to see how he changed this mix, how he changed this remix of mixing, of cutting into a mix of pricks, pricks that can still mix, pricks we have to see still change our mix, even if they are pricks, even if they have dicks.
I still want to mix, and remix, and cut and cut to mix these stigmas from our mix from our shtick. To mix and remix, and forgive through my work this prick, forgive him he's just a dick, a mixed up dick, who forgot to think of the mix, of the work, who is human and a man, this dick can mix, and he still mixes and inspires me to mix, his work will still be known, and his work knows of him, his work is a mix of him and his work still works to inspire me and my work. And I know he knows what I'm talking about, I know he remembers, there is no 'forget me nots' in the mix of our work, because we keep working to mix, and we keep meeting in the mix, and working our mixes together through the social mix of our work. As we work to mix, and mix our work knowing that mixing is our ultimate work in the work of work for the mix.
His work is more than most know, his work is more than they see, his work is more than they hear, his work is a work, that is work that works to mix. His work is a work, that works to comment on the mix, his work is a work that comments on work that mixes the unmixed.
He works to mix his ideas with your philosophies and his work, his insight is found in the mix of his work and his works, work. His work is seen through the mix, through the mix of his work, you can see his work, work to mix these ideas.
I work and mix as he, as he has inspired me to work, his work, his mix, his mixed works have changed me, and I have created my own mixed works, my own style of mixing that I found through inspiration of his work, from watching his work, reading his work, and mixing works and thinking of mixing works, in a way in which he works, in a mixing work style that works to help us mix our work.
However he came, or he wanted to cum, so it was not so simple, he is still a man. I didn't want to cum, I only wanted to mix, I wanted to work, I wanted to mix our work, and work to mix. I wanted to work and talk of work, I wanted to discuss work, and discuss mixing. But he still tried to mix, to kiss, to work his prick, he wanted me to work his prick, to touch his dick. I walked with no lick, no mix, it made me sick
I work like he works, we both still work. And we work very similar, and mix in our own work, our own mix, we work our mix in the same vein, in the same game. But I have no name, I'm just plain, JanedaPain. But here we still work, and mix and there was more to this Miss. More to this Miss. More to my mix, my mix of my left tit, a dialog of tit, a dialog of what is left of my tit, a dialog of my mix of my tits and how they compare to you dick and your prick. I still work to mix, to mix my list, I'm not on your list, so you'll always dismiss, dismiss this work, this mix, this interaction, this history of forget me nots you'll never understand that mix.
There was more to mix, there was more to get, more to remember, you remember, you remember me saying no, you remember me saying, no. You remember our work, do you remember my work? Do you remember how you wanted my work, how you wanted to work, how you worked and wished to mix, you wanted to mix and I didn't want to mix like that, I wanted to mix like this, I wanted to mix and match, cut and scratch. I wanted to mix and match, I know you know how to mix and match, I wanted to talk with you on cuts and scratch, I wanted a dialog of work, I wanted a dialog to mix work, I wanted to talk of mixing cuts and mixing scratches. I wanted to fall in love with the mix, before we mixed, I wanted to fall in love with dialog, before we scratched.
to work as he works, he works as he mixes, he mixes his work, he must choose, and think his work is much work, he works to cut, he works to cut up, he works to cut up, he works to cut, he works to cut mixes, he works to mix cuts, he cuts to work mixes through his works, so he can scratch
his work changes, his work changes, his work changes people, his work changes things, his work changes cuts, his mix is the change, his change is the mix, his mix is the change, his change is the mix, his mix changes things in the mix, his work changes the mix of things, his work is the change his work is the remix of change, his work changes the remix of work.
His work still inspires me to work, his work still inspires me, his work still inspires me to work, his work still inspires me to work and change my work with mixes and cuts. His work still interests me, his work still interests me in change, his work still interests me in mixing, and in cutting, his work is interesting to me. His work is still an interest even though I touched his prick, even though I didn't want to touch his prick, I wanted to touch him. I touched his prick and he is a prick, he is a dick and he has a dick, and dick that can mix. And his mixes still mix me up and change me. But I wanted more, and I wanted him to see how he changed this mix, how he changed this remix of mixing, of cutting into a mix of pricks, pricks that can still mix, pricks we have to see still change our mix, even if they are pricks, even if they have dicks.
I still want to mix, and remix, and cut and cut to mix these stigmas from our mix from our shtick. To mix and remix, and forgive through my work this prick, forgive him he's just a dick, a mixed up dick, who forgot to think of the mix, of the work, who is human and a man, this dick can mix, and he still mixes and inspires me to mix, his work will still be known, and his work knows of him, his work is a mix of him and his work still works to inspire me and my work. And I know he knows what I'm talking about, I know he remembers, there is no 'forget me nots' in the mix of our work, because we keep working to mix, and we keep meeting in the mix, and working our mixes together through the social mix of our work. As we work to mix, and mix our work knowing that mixing is our ultimate work in the work of work for the mix.
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