I can now go ahead and never dream of looking into your eyes again
on the edge of a dream you have, has anybody ever told you it's not coming true
I don't need to be told it's real, my mind says it is
Sucking on my titties like you wanted me, calling me, all of the time
Between that cigarillo and sticking my finger down my throat to see if I could DT, I feel like puking RN.
Read my Blog.
As you wish for me to
my hands are soaking in the blood of angels
I cry when angels deserve to die
I try to say goodbye and I choke
There is a thinking stuff from which all things are made, and which, in its original state, permeates, penetrates, and fills the interspaces of the universe.
That's why I turn my back and say "don't"
You make me lose my buttons oh yeah you make me spit
Bellison uncorked a flood of horrible profanity, which, translated, meant, "This is extremely unusual."
Boy meets Grr