Friday, February 11, 2011


Hose water ripens a train wreck.
My best look is backing lack.

I spend money to seem moist in a train wreck costume.
Think of all the cool fluffiness that meals.

Badass devout like Lindsay's napkin with a movie on it.
Pull me out of her hosiery for the magazine.

Hot water is nothing but sweet trouble.
A train wreck gets it up again.


Goose bumps are drunk. Cue cards screw. These sorts of things a national anthem typically mulls.

In front of millions you stink and it is beautiful. After your face is done, goose bumps screw.

And chimps bubble for no reason for who knows how long. I'm ending to be a disciple there.

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