Odd to think about this at midnight, but I never really feel human until I get out of my work clothes and into a good pair of jeans. But why is it that the blue ones are always more comfortable than the black ones? I must experiment on this... Or maybe not... But I could... If I only knew where I left my lab coat...
Well, here goes, the end result of being all growly after a hard day.
Rough Play of a Broken Soul
Yes I know how to treat a girl, but tonight youre just my whore,
Instead of wine and roses, I just throw you to the floor,
Normally sex is passion, desire and delight
But fire, pain and destruction will dominate tonight.
Lips are for the...
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Rough Play of a Broken Soul
Yes I know how to treat a girl, but tonight youre just my whore,
Instead of wine and roses, I just throw you to the floor,
Normally sex is passion, desire and delight
But fire, pain and destruction will dominate tonight.
Lips are for the...
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Well, last night I was in a bit of a growly mood and before I got out of it, I ended up actually writing some poetry.
Heh, I'll post that after work.
Heh, I'll post that after work.
Well, I was finally published in a crappy store newsletter's first issue. And of course they managed to censor me and decided to tell me right after it comes out so I can't do a rewrite. Grrr.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother doing free articles for these people.
So since this is my first actual journal post since joining SG, I'm going to treat...
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Sometimes I wonder why I bother doing free articles for these people.
So since this is my first actual journal post since joining SG, I'm going to treat...
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