

furMY GARAGE BAND KING, and all the things I put you through. Could you smell past the cremated, clear-black plastic your eyes were fundamentally melted to? I'm sorry; I'm still on my first left, and if you guide your hand through Hawaiian-curved air-surfing, you'll find [me] I have two more before I can do anything right, right? Right.fur
So, against your smothered fur my breath bounces back to snare half-parted particles dangling from skin that need lip gloss; but, twelve years back, when baby
monitors littered the ecstacy- stacked house,


redolent calumnywrapped; whirling lethargic cashmere speckles of ideals- the turtous blueprint to a saccharine dimple.redolent calumny
spreading fingers past the cerulean flakes posing as urbane, only tenchant swipes with the negitive's snowflakes keep conclusions extant
as carbon monoxide screeches to plexiglass overlooking olive flashes reflected in rainbows: hub, display; compact.
suffocating with papers' alluring toxin isn't as romantic backed by hypervenilated chords and broochless.
drag steamy meadows (decoured by coral and baby


I Always Believed In Futures[u]"I Always Believed In Futures"[/u] [u]Until I Saw His Face[/u]I Always Believed In Futures
Essential: the only key believed in is memory's noose.
(Rampant, pernicious and often acrimonious, watch the marble spin. "It reflects only while away from the light."
Ballerina from a young age, balance comes easily. Onlookers enhance the word. I never coerced them into ignoring the fine print.
Do Not Attempt! Professionals On Closed Course!
Headline: "Numbers skyrocket as death toll reaches a hundred.") Everyone's breathing, &nbs
relax
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Our hearts were made of the same
materials: paper, poppies,
a handful of stars.
my writing
my stock
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Yama nashi, ochi nashi, imi nashi
Social lives are worthless. xP <333
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Yama nashi, ochi nashi, imi nashi
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What's talent? Something tasty.
-Ryuichi Sakuma (Gravitation)
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