are you one of them ? combing the pantomime of obscure ? are you really that naive ? do you have what i came here for ? do you really ? let's check.
how many temples have you burned to the ground in the last 24 hours ? Did you tip a sacred cow when i wasn't looking ? are those my absolutes flailing in a sea of ' Could Be ' ? can i *** a cigarette ? yet ?
there are better sins to love in a crisis. better hurricanes to typhoon the blithering idiocy of a storm's eye. a direct kink. a direct calm. there are ways around the fickle shame of honesty; while being yourself. it's another room.
and no one is ' one of the boys ' till a woman says "Hello...
I must be going... "
and no one is ' one of the boys ' till a woman says "Hello...
I must be going. "
and no one is ' one of the boys ' till a woman says "Hello...