My right hand is colder than my left hand. My right face is sadder than the one before. The night time is harder than the day time because of the explored. Directively lost in the space of minutes before time. Away from home sensing a bitterness in between, I miss the familiar; for all that it means. They've been dishing out the lies like subtle ripped seams, I can't go home now. I can't turn around, facing my fears seems all too profound.Written on my journal a dark side of time folds. Warming my hand, heart; what a farce.
"Coz Im a real nice guy
And Im free as hell
To be a porn-toned faggot
Dressing really really well
In my big black boots
in my denim Daisy Dukes
I got my bleached blond hair
And my leather underwear
You know Im fine
Coz I work it all the time"
"Coz Im a real nice guy
And Im free as hell
To be a porn-toned faggot
Dressing really really well
In my big black boots
in my denim Daisy Dukes
I got my bleached blond hair
And my leather underwear
You know Im fine
Coz I work it all the time"
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How are things with you?
I have half an hour to get ready.
Hmmm, what to wear.
And more drinkies.
Believe me if I post pics of exes, one you will want to laugh, one you might say "Awwwww" th remaining I think will be an "Eh?"