Monday, June 28, 2010

tHe MOrE UgLy yoU seE mE tHe MoRe i Am ThiS

And I can fly

my dreams are seashells on the tanks of grandmas toilets.

the high makes sense. who hung that there?

yeah, yeah - and they said i'd be better off a yapper in some cunt's shoulder bag?

it's not perverted: but him who fucks the other harder for saying that it is.

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