Such a little drama boy. Pocket full of stones. Lungs full of air. Ever wonder. It feels. How. I bleed from the. Lower. Yes. Lower. Yes. Destruction. She wants to murder you. I can see it in her eyes. The fact remains. It does remain. She is not a man. Drenched in your blood.
posted by darl @ 7:08 PM
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You're about as cheery and full of hope as a dark cemetary.
How could you! You hurt my feelings. I am going to go cry in a corner now. All I ever wanted was for Texandave to love me! Oh, the agony!
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