Say you woke up a bird. Your two immediate reactions being jumping and figuring out you could jump or jumping and not actually flying but rather plummeting to your very own demise and not having to complete writing; thighs. But I’m alive now so I’ll write it as long as I am still.
She seats next to my other crush reading a book that reads – Life Without Meaning. A bit groggy but still a 9 so I keep staring for at least a full minute in absolute awe and pre-erection up until she picks her nose.
My girl loves me, but again.. we both know Koreans over animations could definately do better. Morty could get caught and again I’d rather want to process what happens next. Not enough sense, but ain’t that a feed?
I can relate to perhaps half the eagerness we all felt when MTN messages popped in saying Kawesii’s killer had been found ..alocated actually, on his way back to Congo. I seem so sure since chances are I could have sold the same guy stouts days just earlier.
They say the right ones are the most broken. I agree. I write this letter not because I care but for I’ve been away these days and now that I’m back I’d wish to have my stage back, if you please.
Love what you mistress.