dizzingly death-defying

the postprandial ire of the sassiest, snazziest deaf gringa with the most awesome, plush tempurpedic heart. it regenerates after each degenerate. zeus cruz sparks my resincore. and, shit, i missed me.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

gorilla glue&the wrong surface: up the flue.

preponderously

but he just won't go

i pick fights but he just won't leave

but i can't stand not being me so please

pick the lock so i can unpick

the fights

pick up my mes

and keep all my own pieces
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