boredom is love.
Uhh, same to you.
From mirrors_hades:
was approached by
a protective envelope
of stale darkness
it like pros no ka
so they played crew against crew
and they chipped you
dark- here to see it
i got a slavic accent
you could have asked.
by the raw power
of his forearm but mostly
she just looks scared
with the empty walls
and the program itself blown
into a fractured mind
then his night vision
had been roughly sliced off
at the hollowpoint
logo blazed on
her bottom lip she looks like
someone cut her face
actually i can't
remember why she got me
started in the flesh
to get dressed read
the brief flash of remembrance
somewhere in there
his body there was
a beast from his vision and
the rivets in her
shouldn't drink all that bad
really but he still flinches when
the money started
a jagged breath and
her steady pulse of promises
cutting like hot wire
of his seyama but
the brutal elegance of
her skull and your dirt
jagged shot of pain
but she spun like a villain
in a blind corner
mandarin he replies
smiling his hair used to
long for silence now
grey eyes tinted blue
by the glow from the shadow
that it's almost truth
light and the faintly
luminous lenses in her voice
that she only had
Mm, chocolate-coated coffee beans. Say, should I have a birthday party?
EDIT:
the head with a nice
leather jacket in fact i
think i have seven
ever cheated on
a blank screen with an earnest
look on my head needs
world it's fucked up
however spiders on weed
get really creative
-
salman rushdie three men
in a deserted island
and you can't do shit
oddkins dean r koontz
my name is smashing flashy
celebrity man
john steinbeck the stand
stephen king james and the odd
bit of cardboard cue
year i finally
got some tasted just like me
and heidi.created
plus this really nice
clear shot of melita being
fucking scary as
girls in love at first
sight is common as all good
south city women