Sing along songs and to-the-wall pushes, fabric-feelin', burns, probable friction creates facial hair burns. Je taime, je taime, ahhh oui je taime! Avec toi, quand je marche, je marche. Quand je dors, je dors. Quand je chante, je chante. Hearts beating anomaly to a tune, like a ringing can dragging on the roadside; was held in a pondering-stare, almost quite idly at some point, i even forgot that my cravings for nourishment has lost his interest in making any, yet a little endeavour for crumbs and finished edible crafts. Weightless and sugar free, i feel like there's much to face when vertigo arrives and fuck you up in the ass like never before; woah you won't even want to forgive yourself no more. Cuts and bruises kills the appetite, and pushing limits of gland production of acidic compound to create more abuse and slowly, i die of an ill fated cause; die with a mouth less fed disease. This is a pointless rant! It is so pointless, i have to seek for forgiveness. one must not ever ever "touch" virgin olive oil...She's a fucking nun you fuck head!
Part of me confesses; there must be a comfort zone to set this up, there must be an upgrade. And an upgrade is what it needs. But only in due time, coz it ain't that easy and smooth baby, it ain't. I understand, i will always do even if i tried, i'll try it again.
Young and Sexy,
ABOUT THE STARS...
**made a hell of sense there!
Still, i am in deep apologetic mood to say, the under tongue needed some lovin', it was loved, went out of control and simply decided that there's only one thing it wished for; Pain 4 Pleasure. I say, awwww poor tongue. I wish to see you heal so fast, me eyes goes blind! Me go bonkers me tell you!
Apparently a method to clear one's nose is to pour warm salt water from a contraption, although not quite mechanical; into one of the nostril and tilt the head to a certain degrees and wait for the water to come out from the other side. Its beneficial to the point of breaking nuisances and making medical science look stupid. So, i shot water up my nostrils, and it came out from the other side...
I'm in a mosquito farm, they breed here. They prey on skins and well thank god i washed off my pheromones already, otherwise tough luck.
I am trying to understand, trying to understand, how the time fades away; yes i'm trying to understand, you're heavy metal, you're heavy metal. (lorna)
I saw jesus hid under the blanket, i miss miss miss jesus!