gnunat

Spunky days home. here i am newly stuffed...relishing the pouring ice. Music is coming goopily onto my next months belly...just hope it will grow and survive. sweet smiles/fucks and biting tongues lets me know today's apartment is better than the past's. but i still crooningly swoon...knowing it's another head with impulsive thought. somewhere in Timelines it'll be different, "won't it?" he signed to Misted Ears of Clouded Goals.

shit has to be accepted throughout.

Es muss sein.