tribal71's SuicideGirls Blog

your mouths a constellation the stars are in your eyes...the smell of sandalwood..on a mountain by a fire is where i want to be...

the empty handed painter from your street is drawing crazy pattern's on your sheet's..sold my hart to the devil for you said it tasted like rotten candy canes..the motorcycle black madonna gypsy queen..licks her fingers in between..sleepwalking upside down's so old..there is no paradise at the gates of eden..i want nothing more than what i can't have..your mouth's a contellation,the clouds are in your eye's..the...
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ill just try to situate..but i can't help feeling low.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and i could do anything i wanted.

I seem to be across the sea that is away from me..by a shore that is no more..a boat row's in off the tide i climb on in to the other side..i project my thought's for you to read and maybe that's all we really need..glue me to a wall..ill never stare at all..legend's of love before the fall..a churchbell ring's while a dead bird...
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yeeehaawww....hell yeah man..im a hick from hell...how yall doin up in dis piece..yall shore look pretty,well allright..yeh yep yessir whooee im gonna have ta bang my tally against a pole...awright..garsh..come on work it show me whatcha got...