RevengeofEnrique: gotta roll the old bag says i dont eat tonight if i dont get off the computer

[note2selfimissu]

Sometimes i lie.

One day I'll make a book of you.
I'll grind your bones into paste.
Your soul will come out your nose
and I'll capture it between covers.
          I can hurt you with my questions.
          They eat all people except the ones I love.
You're in love? So am I.
But I think the cynics had it right
when they said there's no such thing
as real

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[thisisjuicyman]

your sisters