i am not you. so do not come talking cos i do not give a God damn shit for your cheap sentiments. make your exit; my pleasure is yours.
bitchwitch
nudiepistol intimatepainter seventeenalways
spill
Saturday, June 21, 2008
05:41
read me de book, pat me de warmth, put me to sleep. i hum to de tune of your serenades. i bathe in de wealth of your embrace. what has become.
sucked de living hell out of me. i breathe, still. hold your horses- i am just beginning. i turn de dial backwards sometimes.
fuck, you got me. there. where we prettied de sheets and showered de children of Sun. never will i run to you. never will i run to them. never will i run to dependance. my caliber is of self-sufficient substance. so fuck de world and what it screams. de cries, behold. i will sing with you.
please remote me. for i have no time to spare anyone.
