He like her an art was a nether from the start that noodle never plunder this message from his splendor and virtual ****** in time that relish his heredity an embryonic boy wonder.
My love When you're sick of me I hope you have a good aim Or that the knife is really sharp Or your hands very strong So you can get it over quick I dont want to bleed to death slowly Or gasp for air forever I just want it to be over fast
Maybe an atomic bomb would be the nicest way to end us