...As for all the little fishies...

[guppyiii]

There's a cold finger on my spine, playing me...a very confused musician...filling me with vibrations like a nervous sea...waves of soft pluckings, striking chords deep within...a hurricane of sheepish tickling softly roaring in my veins...turning whispers into crashing crescendos, thoughts into screams....dripping wet from pulling currents,

Comments

[anonymous]

If all the worlds an oyster
and all of them are pearls
I find it hard to find the worth
in girls girls girls

[guppyiii]

I've only found one pearl that's worth my stooping...but it seems like everyone wants to pick her up.

[anonymous]

i find it hard, so hard to find the will, whatever, nevermind

[guppyiii]

Our will doesn't matter. It's all up to them, because we love them and they know it...so they get to make all the calls, because they know they have us by the balls. It's sick.