you could harness the energy of a tragedy in hot water. roadside stand sells a dozen kinds of honey.
yellow, **** yellow, pink, ****** **** pink.
sad situation when the bees become extinct, become helium balloons at birthday parties.
done like the cockatoo that belonged to the woman who wants to tan until her skin is the same color as her ******* in a white shirt.
the thing dropped dead and she used him as a mantle piece for a few days.
we told company he belonged to an ex and that she poisoned him with arsenic.
a glamorous lie, almost like the colors we pull from our mouths, imitating circus clowns.
at home i always have a fever and a boyfriend that wants to feel it. he turns me into a hypochondriac.
i get a call from the hospital every day now, keeping me updated on my siamese twin.
they say he won't rest until he gets those patent leather peep toes from the closet and a tattoo of my childhood nickname.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
you could harness the energy of a tragedy in hot water. roadside stand sells a dozen kinds of honey.
yellow, **** yellow, pink, ****** **** pink.
sad situation when the bees become extinct, become helium balloons at birthday parties.
done like the cockatoo that belonged to the woman who wants to tan until her skin is the same color as her ******* in a white shirt.
the thing dropped dead and she used him as a mantle piece for a few days.
we told company he belonged to an ex and that she poisoned him with arsenic.
a glamorous lie, almost like the colors we pull from our mouths, imitating circus clowns.
at home i always have a fever and a boyfriend that wants to feel it. he turns me into a hypochondriac.
i get a call from the hospital every day now, keeping me updated on my siamese twin.
they say he won't rest until he gets those patent leather peep toes from the closet and a tattoo of my childhood nickname.
