pure fanatical pleasure... or not!
Interpol, Slow Hands, Antics
It truly is. Barren, and infertile. Because all I want now is you, and YOU are nothing more than a lowdown scum. Why am I wasting time and attention on people I have no feelings for? Maybe, my attraction to you is almost poisonous.
Then, I would not mind drowning in perverse pain, oh yeah, as long it's inflicted by you.
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