heydontcallmethat
Saturday, December 11, 2010
on a whim
'all the things' have this pungent aroma of *something*. it makes me want to stick my tongue out, and squish up my face into a shape that appears to be mocking something
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question
the wall
things of which i am certain
too sober angel
big red
£
uncooked cherry pie
&
wetter
circlecircle dotdot
my hope your hope our hope
feeling it
galaxies!
the truth tastes worse then shit
together or separate
as of now
i think i'm gunna have a heart attack
woozy
on the tip of my tongue
fuck what should i call this
double penetration
sloppy smile
on a whim
sometimes i surprise myself
just to get it down
on your knees
sometimes i write things
dreamsdreamsdreams
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