Saturday, February 12, 2011

Trish Stratus Strip On Ring






my ass cold, the licorice is empty
I sit on the stone be ground
me is so cold that is alcohol in the blood
my hands are schmutzing, my eyes verheulet
my memory erased
I have no memory ever since I I pissed the shit stop
I have said all
done everything


lost everything, perhaps, is it only because I'm just a fat sacrifice
'm sorry, m

jaja, too shy, sober drunk
to open
all I can do I pull the hair further

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