My Friend showed up the other night, a chubby wraith in the dark, blowing smoke in my face as I slept. I hope his Moms is all right. Cooking is old. Cooking always gets old. I found the cd last night so my Sister won't Kick my Ass(Tas Speak). So tired . . . No cenobites rise to claim me . . . My fate is a preview of derelict Hell . . . 
Need to ration the roaches. Girlfixer is dark . . . I cannot remember how it was when We first met . . . Be my Mannequin . . . headphones are kicking my ass already. One hour to more grease. Predictable.
No time to cry. Late.
Need to ration the roaches. Girlfixer is dark . . . I cannot remember how it was when We first met . . . Be my Mannequin . . . headphones are kicking my ass already. One hour to more grease. Predictable.
No time to cry. Late.