I Forgot How to Behave.
I need a toy.
And it can't be you, because you are so... nice.
And it can't be you, because you are so... nice.
If you feel discouraged that there's a lack of color here,
please don't worry, Lover. It's really bursting at the seems, absorbing everything.
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- My Sincerest Apologies.
- Just Shut Your Mouth!
- Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your throat.
- 'Cause the girl of my dreams is probably god.
- Normalcy Trinkling Down ...
- Catch-22
- I took the one less travelled by,
- A Mysterious and Mundane Message.
- Sexyback and other Body Parts.
- Butcher Girl asks, "Can you feel the Knife?"
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I can gladly be your toy if You want.
Posted by
Anonymous |
7:36 PM
I wouldn't mind... but, oh wells, if only you had left your real name :)
Posted by
martha lung |
10:56 PM