The beast bites bits and spits them out
(objecting to the taste, no doubt)
Nothing vital's gone, I guess
But still I'm left the bloody mess.
So bite your bits, you silly beast
I'll get you when you suspect the least.
(objecting to the taste, no doubt)
Nothing vital's gone, I guess
But still I'm left the bloody mess.
So bite your bits, you silly beast
I'll get you when you suspect the least.
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your words are rather gorgeous.
the ones in your blog i mean. not the compliment. well i guess that's nice too.
haha, i am a very awkward writer sometimes.