This thing in my chest, this heart... it's so fragile, so delicate, and yet so.... repulsive. A stinking, slimy lump of jiggling meat that sits in me and decides when I'll get a headache. It won't do. This luxury box of assorted romantic chocolates will do the job much better. Soon, when I open my heart to people, they won't stop listening and start looking for an exit, they'll say "Ooh! Strawberry Creme!"
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I slew your mother ripped out her heart and ate it for lunch... along with your fathers testicles
Bah, man heart won't plug my hole!
now then cowboy its chris, hows things! ive been trying to get you on your mobile & email. I have a idea for the image:
'today I got a valentine, it said "I wont to cut a new hole in you and fuck it". Im worried because it excited me'
viva la boyce!
"This is why I shouldn't read female literature"
This thing in my chest, this heart... it's so fragile, so delicate, and yet so.... repulsive. A stinking, slimy lump of jiggling meat that sits in me and decides when I'll get a headache. It won't do.
This luxury box of assorted romantic chocolates will do the job much better. Soon, when I open my heart to people, they won't stop listening and start looking for an exit, they'll say "Ooh! Strawberry Creme!"
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