mana

The sky is as pink as a clit and I lay naked on the grass with the remains of an erection. What I don't know, I don't really know. What I do know, is this: I will lay on the grass for five more hours, I will masturbate every ten minutes, and I won't give in before I'm bleeding.

Do you think I write this shit because it makes me feel like a woman? That's not it. Honestly, I have no clue why. I just do it because I've got no choice and nothing better to do, which leaves no choice. Get it? Got it? Good.

You know what I think? I think I could love you, like truly love you, love life out of you, if you'd let me, but you won't, because you're scared and you'd be a little surprised by my kiss. And you know what else? I wish I had black hair, pale skin and really red lips and that you'd look at me and ask me a question and I'd reply in such a way that my voice just made you want to fuck me on the spot.

Only, we can't fuck on the spot. There's no room.

I want someone to draw a picture of me. Anyone?

I think I love you and hate you at the same time. At the moment, I'm loving every breath you don't take, as if I wish you were dead, as if I wish I were the one having sex on the screen.

Bring me ice cream. Tell your girlfriends and boyfriends to come along. I was always fond of crackers, and you sort of crack me up.

Sometimes I wish hit songs were two lines of filth.


Fans, write me hatemail.
Love? Mail?


PS!No one here can make my smile like Erythrocytez can