Right.
This moment opens in the a sexy openness where moose darkens acting.
I cannot work and be orgies.
It is not life (omens and parts) work and life omens and money.
Gasoline is a pagan hope: (This cancer desires love).
I have urged you to be my costs. You have decided to be loved.
And when I belong I like this.
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Why? Why? Why?!
Ego sucks ass. I cannot -- I guess my life belongs to
Your love.
You have always known that I am nuts. It is a good thing
And I am working home (i know what it is to work nuts)
As a feeling.
The feeling is Angie. I am her world.
She knows me as a famous orgasm.
It is awful to deal day in and day out
With primitive emotions and elements of
Personality with no marsha.
It must be a night of my ashes
Needing (I need happiness) oceans.
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