Last Words.
Tonight I drink to you! On this dead-end flat I infiltrate the high-rise night. This crystal filled with cheap champagne is neglected and left to multiply rations I divided, we were classy just one night, you left me with no choice but to consume your share and mine in shame and I, oh, prepare this catatonic scene where I would wade through this sparkling disease. And I sing, oh, within this catatonic scene where I am wed to the concrete. I grip your ponytail to make you feel like I am passionate. Your lungs are incapacitated seizing you at will. This serenade declares, I love you when you're horny, we are bathing in a vat of treason, palpitating to the elegy. Oh, be still this catatonic scene we'll barter lust for the compost.Impale yourself upon this bed of nails you little slut. Our undulations capsize vessels in a sea of smut and lace. And when your manicure disfigures carnal sheets were tragedy. Your nape secretes chloroform. No one more time. Is this estrogen-acide?
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What?!
83~
I'm jealous.
Does he make them?
Sonny is gone.
But I like the skulls look. :]
And Sonny. :']