Rebecca Puncuation Fucks a Shadowy Glass of Water

Nothing lasts for very long so you shouldn't or should pay attention to "it" if you are so inclined or disinclined. discipline. a city of girls looking for tv boys but fucking weekend strumming middle class gap boxer chums. I'm letting the monster in me handle the little stuff while the sweet pea that i pod whistles, winking at the future tongs i am if i see your legislature i'll crow. If i see your cubist shadow i'll cum. i'd buy the future a drink but she's such a local bar whore. everyone is laying with her tonight. We are angry father's day reaching back to strangle mother with a month long skeletal country song. every few minutes she wanders off, getting high no doubt in the bathroom, getting kicked out of the bathroom then the bar and re-entering with a training mustache on. If i see your hands having fun i'd break down into goulash.

that's what i said and she said (pausing only for a moment from digging the banana float grave):

Uh huh, nuh uh. When you die i'll take it out on your loved ones.