Good evening! Here I am, in the company of
What does exactly the post you're reading? I do not know how to explain why I decided to recycle the words
Yoru: write something that can not even be defined xD
Izzie: What? : O
Yoru: absolutely no logical sense, to write a Once the words that come to mind, without being connected.
Izzie: Ok è_é
Yoru: and then see what comes out * _ *
WARNING:
~ Today marks it sucks.
~ I write in this color because there is a sort of setting in my head, do not make us much attention.
~ I told you what's under the cut did not really sense?
~ By now the blood, vomiting and disembowelment are part of my daily existence.
~ Why this place? o_o
Ostrich thirty carrot was wiper bellied who is not happy swarm words spewing lines open umbrella polka dot socks ripping stomachs regenerating butterflies fresh off the Spring buttery belly eyes sighing phone that does not know you but his smile gives you of you and you pollute the mind worms crawling crawling on dirt roads to mud laugh phobias newborn twisted cubic geometries Euclidean fall your guitar has no strings Sleeveless striped square programs that work only in the morning to evening ride milk whiten your wounds rain gear you wet the face fingernails scraping against the wind your life is saved thanks to what the seat hides she cries sun spits in your ride illuminates your God one closes his eyes with violence shakes runs his world is empty at sea dead soul bench in the park, they became messy death snow on the trees ice lost weeping willows hunger broken bones FEVER. Pestilence autumn purple polka dots Gems green routes running your fingers Law Yes End train.
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