externally, I believe in masks. pull at my ******* when I have them. pull old man. you are my soul. happiness is the impossibility of incidental sadness. tell happiness to child one through child four. too many tear too tamely at the face no goddess dies in. a time honored receiver is disappointingly brilliantly a sponge
living off
your mother’s hand.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
externally, I believe in masks. pull at my ******* when I have them. pull old man. you are my soul. happiness is the impossibility of incidental sadness. tell happiness to child one through child four. too many tear too tamely at the face no goddess dies in. a time honored receiver is disappointingly brilliantly a sponge
living off
your mother’s hand.
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