There's this box-like space. The motion of its magnitude is simply harmonic. A cunt of a habit is why it's there.
an inept "they're trying to corrupt me"
Genital murder. I marry my eyes . I do it deprived of any sort of trying.
not one is selling the other
Announced before pronounced. It's something to be aforementioned. My body is yet too colossal.
airplanes



In unison they drink themselves into comas while I think myself into pregnancies.

Oh. You must never die, my Goldheart.
Birds must never eat your blue eyes.

Lika bra att ta bort mig på Facebook med, dickhead.

(hatar dessutom att tydligen vara den enda människan jag känner till som finner Abraham Lincoln snygg)