check in
why do i always provide
the excuses? and btw i am sick
of waiting. let's just say
i won't anymore. let's just say
if i want to go out, i will.
let's just say, i don't care if
i go out, but i don't want you to
call evdryday again. you're free
of that burden. the waiting
and the dissastifaction.
the partiality paraded as paired.
i'm really glad you didn't cry
and beg me. i'm glad you saw
what i saw in the mirror there
at the microtel motel. the sad
fact of me, aging. the lovely you
waging. oh raging oh caging
what cannot be caught. i know i'm right.
dive fish. swim . there's a sloop
for you, an icechest with a long shelf life.
i can't do this anymore. and i'm tired
of sucking you dry. i know you give me
all the love you can. but i don't trust us.
must us. lust us. lust is waverly
and you swim braverly toward the sea fan.
there is bits you and spits you back
at me, i'm a berring sea, a maitre'd octopus
and wus at believing and seething
and breathing. you're too young and that's
the speezing.
bizzitching swizzit. condoit tiznit. i
so anti hip you feed the bottle nip.
strangel that angel, bitte and bascomb
there's no need for spinal
it's tiring and lastsome...
k
that's enough now.
i'm glad i told you
i \m letting you go
i think what you wanted
is starting to glow
like radioactive hellishly pink snow
where cunt gobbles brain
and a piece of the nose.
coolio. i don't wait for you
no more no more. and ifeel
the strains slippage.
it's so good to be free again.
yay. we're done.
on a hamburger bun
no more what's this you say
that justin has done?
yay we're thru. like a benzocaine zoo.
my emotions are slippage
my drainage is drippage
my mind is a patter of goo.
woo hoo.
the excuses? and btw i am sick
of waiting. let's just say
i won't anymore. let's just say
if i want to go out, i will.
let's just say, i don't care if
i go out, but i don't want you to
call evdryday again. you're free
of that burden. the waiting
and the dissastifaction.
the partiality paraded as paired.
i'm really glad you didn't cry
and beg me. i'm glad you saw
what i saw in the mirror there
at the microtel motel. the sad
fact of me, aging. the lovely you
waging. oh raging oh caging
what cannot be caught. i know i'm right.
dive fish. swim . there's a sloop
for you, an icechest with a long shelf life.
i can't do this anymore. and i'm tired
of sucking you dry. i know you give me
all the love you can. but i don't trust us.
must us. lust us. lust is waverly
and you swim braverly toward the sea fan.
there is bits you and spits you back
at me, i'm a berring sea, a maitre'd octopus
and wus at believing and seething
and breathing. you're too young and that's
the speezing.
bizzitching swizzit. condoit tiznit. i
so anti hip you feed the bottle nip.
strangel that angel, bitte and bascomb
there's no need for spinal
it's tiring and lastsome...
k
that's enough now.
i'm glad i told you
i \m letting you go
i think what you wanted
is starting to glow
like radioactive hellishly pink snow
where cunt gobbles brain
and a piece of the nose.
coolio. i don't wait for you
no more no more. and ifeel
the strains slippage.
it's so good to be free again.
yay. we're done.
on a hamburger bun
no more what's this you say
that justin has done?
yay we're thru. like a benzocaine zoo.
my emotions are slippage
my drainage is drippage
my mind is a patter of goo.
woo hoo.
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