My grown up son Intellectual Stopped by the present a few minutes ago, When asked the dumbest question you could ever ask a six year old. What's your favorite food?
I **** demons, make them turn tricks for soul.” she falls warmly behind her eyes, nodding back zero below screams of fear- you dont need a soul to know.
You know it's bad when you wake up at two in the morning, moaning. Then the moaning turns to crying, The crying to sobbing, And Suddenly it's seven, And you have to face another ******* day.