Sex, razors-Why do we arrive at this all over again? Haven't we talked about it yesterday, and the day before too?
Call me, I’ll just hang up. Your eyes watch like a parade, the words that exit my lips. Never listened, have you? They were spoken with concern and maybe, love. Now, they just mock your absurdity.
Stalk me, you. I’m almost chocking with laughter.
Go on, pick your toys up and put them back in place. Honey, you never had YOU. You make a good subject to ridicule, but. The laughs are just TOO many.
“Where is, like, thy soul?”
-are all you need.
2 comments:
hahahhahaha .. And we just get funnier with every incident. You're a riot.
Not so brilliant is fine enough, if fine is not so to satiate.
Take a breath and you will laugh as you will when you're strayed away.
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