baise

Being premenstrual makes my tits look amazing. The only good cops a dead cop. I wanna make babies with you. Then we can eat them. I gotta soul shine in my spit, motherfucker, and my cum is even closer to the slipstream. Vague vague vega gagagagaga. Youve given me crabs in the heart and I hate you for it. You need a bone tissue to wipe your nose. Everything is concrete, everything everything everything everything is just as it should be, its just a little blip on a little screen. You cant just look at color, you also have to consider texture thread count glass beads, spittle yayaya. Then you take the canvas off the wall, you take the canvas, take it off the wall and slam it over your knees, slam it over your knees until it splinters into your legs like shrapnel. Wrap yourself up in it. The paint and sand are dense and youll never escape, youll never crawl your way out from under that piece of stiffy cloth resonance, a pompous explosion that will never exist again and will never matter. You are just matter, and your particles are itching to break up and form something else, more exquisite inquisitive psychosomatic in nature homosexual homogenous but they cant, you reign them in with thoughtless carriage tricks, parlor games for the dodecahedron asylum. You got shiny in your eyes, flat shiny matte shiny dull dull dull like dirt. Your soul is dirt, its sold off in a slave cartridge shufflejerk mastery, like a chess champion flying overboard into the field with his own set of armor and his own painted white horse that doesnt move.

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In one more hour, I will be gone
In one more hour, I leave this room
The dress you wore, the pretty shoes
Are things I left behind for you
Oh, youve got the darkest eyes
Oh, youve got the darkest eyes
I needed it (I know its so hard for you to let it go)
I needed it (I know if you dont want it let it let it go)
If you could talk, what would you say?
For you things were just night and day
Take off the dress, take off the face
Ill hold you close before I leave
Oh, youve got the darkest eyes
Oh, youve got the darkest eyes
I needed it (I know its so hard for you to let it go)
I needed it (I know if you dont want it let it let it go)
Dont say another word
About the other girl
Dont say another word
About the other girl
(Sleater-Kinney)