horrorshow

Cool I love you got it for you for real, girl I say. Girl, I say. You are my girl like I am your dog, sort of. So to speak. I am the puffy-eyed gentle man you spit at
by the side of the robe, and are afraid of
secretly slipping all your clothes off
and jewelry, too but

In the Southlands, it's not done. Somewhere down dear and deep, near the Reef they call that
a miner offense, because

jewelry DUH Anyway Did I tell you that one or the reverse? Let's just sleep the sleep of the just on that one, please girl what time is it?