“Billy, in one of his nice new sashes, Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes: Now, although the room grows chilly, I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.” — Harry Graham by 𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘺 𝗕𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝘆

Nov 2017

“Billy, in one of his nice new sashes, Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes: Now, although the room grows chilly, I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.” — Harry Graham

My hair is departing from my scalp making me a balding, hair loser
so I'll be hitting the bottle harder than usual, just like a hobo ******
who's up nights ******-pimping 32 ***** because he ain't no snoozer

Written by

𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘺 𝗕𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝘆 Simpang Bedok, Singapore

(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)

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