Uhh a title that makes you feel like biting others
Cups of urine. All over.
Deceiving in nature. A foul smell.
Fucking animal, you were doing so good
She spoke too soon.
I walk straight into a wall of artificial flowers, it's not fun.
Reminds me of the woman who decided to put hand sanitizer on her pink baked goods.
Stomp out the stigma! A pink cupcake for all. I gag.
I thought stereotypical femininity would taste better. Bleh.
Anyways. The flowers weren't as bad as the urine.
It permeated the air mysteriously. She couldn't find from where! What a bad day.
She swore and ranted, a common occurrence.
I found it.
But the flowers are still here











