Talented
I'm feeling fuchsia and in the most vibrant way. Illuminating the wishes you are filling in that sack of yours. You will ms. Misses mummy under wraps fixing on her curses and excuse me if I sound like a gold diggin' mama jama but that's who raised me. My own and I'm gonna close my fucking eyes when I want and watch the real sex you tease these pricks and ducky cunts off for your ole steeze. I'm too country and squints ain't a pervin' Mervyn. I thought too hard that you'd see or smell my heart and soul. Too paranoid or too insane because I woke up daddy. Mommy was a saint and you're a bloody vampire! Sal mineo wants to sleep on our couch while frank sleeps hard like mother Mary on our carpet snug as a bug. I miss that pizza place. I almost miss singing in front of a complete stranger. I miss Siobhan tho.