You smell like ether songs and steak knives.
You taste like complex strokes of convex, skeletal anomalies.
Struggle to grasp that your life is now an attempt to grasp some skeletal anomaly.
You tied it off 5 seconds in, attached a ring of twine around my suffering little finger when you expected me to be creeped out without really expecting that at all.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
You smell like ether songs and steak knives.
You taste like complex strokes of convex, skeletal anomalies.
Struggle to grasp that your life is now an attempt to grasp some skeletal anomaly.
You tied it off 5 seconds in, attached a ring of twine around my suffering little finger when you expected me to be creeped out without really expecting that at all.