That woman really messed with my head.
I think she had issues. She left me whispering in bed at night while staring at the ceiling.
Ever recite her stuff in an altered state ? California for instance.
"Sing a song of sixpence". ? Twisted.
"Pease porridge hot" ? My word.
"Wee Willie Winkie" ? I am scared of you.
Great stuff.
Thanks Mother. No really
A Beautiful mind.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
That woman really messed with my head.
I think she had issues. She left me whispering in bed at night while staring at the ceiling.
Ever recite her stuff in an altered state ? California for instance.
"Sing a song of sixpence". ? Twisted.
"Pease porridge hot" ? My word.
"Wee Willie Winkie" ? I am scared of you.
Great stuff.
Thanks Mother. No really
A Beautiful mind.
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