will you come up though? will i **** love the bones of you bones is right
we were circumstance and christ did we **** the fat out of that ripped through the tendons pummelled the muscle gnawed through the marrow even the cat wouldn't touch us way we are now and she'll eat about anything
well.. there's still my thigh to pummel i mean in biology until end of term then summer you can watch me puke in bushes yes summer blind drunk i won't know you that ways better we kiss and act like strangers so sweet then to each other
all this hatred at the end they say that that's familiar it's funny, that resentment it's just love in a wig pig, ex PM that's us that's us we are far too similar for our own good.