Wednesday, March 05, 2008
time leaves me like cab fares. i know i don't have all the time in the world.
yet the girl gets overwhelmed by the masses of mess.
bondages on her skin.
little trucks of quicksand over this vastness quarry.
exhuming what little fluid found in the depths of her folds.
followed by sheer pressure.
catalyst for conversion.
now here you go.
zit.
i hope you're happy, sword.
bites at
1:12:00 AM
