how have there been nights creating space a vault of valued silver neck---lace play button play to me toy tutorial: how to choke me and it is hours after midnight i am alone in my room uncloaked my pictures upon tiny tiny windows i like to lick the blood out of the slits grow slimes after midnight like a snail click click the right things and sadden
can i sink my fangs and hydrated as it is a wet house all of the wallpaper ruined of bottles and of men i hate that feeling when i put my head down and that is the last thing there is nothing nothing no struggle no bodies and legs all anger aside i must admit me all nails and fury me all small fit below the waist die gaily then
has anyone read anything on free will or has anyone stayed or left or has anyone survived can i lend out my own copy of free will two pages high look up the line across my back have you tried to follow me before foresting in motion **** me in my feelings i have been begging the new moon for a new moon but IT HAS NEVER APPEARED BEFORE ME
IS THERE ANYONE I CAN HIGHLIGHT IN PURPLE AND OR IS THERE ANYONE I CAN PUT MY BACK AGAINST WHO IS WILLING TO LAY A FINGER ON ME
AND I FEEL BETRAYED should i always be banned me me in shadows i am aware i have gotten dark i have not given permission for deep-rope-denied-roulette-gratuit-whir-phantasma
EVERYONE ON THIS SLUMP STAGE IS HIDING THEIR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH ONE TO ONE TO ONE I CAN NEVER SEE THE FACE THE FACE HURTS TOO MUCH IT IS THE RED FILTER THE EXPENSIVE ONE AND I CANNOT USE TOO MUCH OF IT IT FALLS BEFORE ME I BREAK MY KNEE-CAPS THANK YOU THANK YOU IT WAS WONDERFUL
my name is ssssss-sweetness all of a sudden i stand before you and i am so mad i want to break your face-jaw neck-jaw your everything-jaw my name is pinky pinky and mutilation is satiric and narcissistic GO BECOME SICK OF IT AND I WILL SICK AND **** YOU AND THE HINT IS IT WILL CHANGE NOW THE SMELL IS AWAITED and the blood will be beautiful
and will be replenishing i give me another three months do you like my invention please jealous you until you open again the demon does not possess me and does not wish to thus i received in a letter from hell thank you thank you it was miserably ethereal