sweetness i was only joking when i said by right you should be bludgeoned in your bed.
and now i know how joan of arc felt
as the flames rose to her roman nose and her walkmen started to melt.
wait... i need to be higher for this...
im tired, its 9 am on a sunday morning. somebody stop playing with that bow and arrow, i have enough holes in my heart. give me a reason to keep playing this game, i have a hard enough time as it is just being a woman.
i keep trying to tell this invisible piece of paper the curious feeling i am experiencing at the moment with little success. only an incomplete thought, of a half dead mind, wishing for some relief at 9:29 on a sunday morning.
oh sweet nothing. she aint got nothing at all.
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