Quaz

A female that may be a prostitute, it is not 100%. However, you would still fuck. Quaz is used to say to the women without them knowing that you are calling them a prostitute.

“Yes Jim i’m in the store right now, theres a sure shit Quaz in here”

QuaZ

The most cracked moto e6 player in creative destruction, he has bodied many niqqas such as "Blank CD".

"QuaZ" Cracked moto e6 player in creative destruction

Quazing

When someone shits while cumming or cums while shitting not intentionally trying too

Jerry:Man I was trying to take a shit then I accidentally came.
Tom:Bro that’s called quazing, you just a quazzed.

Quazing

The word "quazing" was first used in the poetry of T.M. Lowry, in the poem from March 1978 titled, "The Contortionist". He used the word "quazing" to describe a "busy" state of mind. That being compared to the turbulence and power of a "quasar" out in space. He was quoted as saying, "The activity and destructive power of a quasar, like a person feeling they're going crazy, that emotion that action, I call quazing". "Replacing the letter "s" with the letter "z" denoting the "z" in "crazy" as a comparative state of mind to that of the quasar.
"Quasar", a massive and extremely remote celestial object emitting exceptionally large amounts of energy.
They are believed to contain massive black holes representing a stage in the evolution of galaxies.

THE CONTORTIONIST

The circling cycle of life's irritations penetrate independence, unlawful yet fair.
Some bothering situations often evolve into inner depression
here, frequently remain in conscious silence,
tearing jabbing true innocence 'til sin prevails.
Pain bleeds
renown's it's season
lies in question of occurring vice
A quazing turbulence captures youth's innocence
blunders by my soul
faltering on small pieces of courageous ego
My independence mistakes the guilty for innocence
those who have excused themselves, escape nothing
some question why
I bleed and die
curse and try to find sheer belief in self reason
while those around me swear, anything unusual remain deranged
I have tried to harness my potential
though the pull only drags me down
Hence, I sit surrounded by greatness 'til certainty proves the pretender
While a spoof of talent quarantines time
I shall live the invisible contender.
T.M. Lowry
3/26/78
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