the devil on my shoulder is feeling psychotic this morning jumping up and down he keeps jabbing me in the neck with his pitchfork screaming profanity in my ear little things like wouldn’t that look great on fire hit the gas run the red light plow into the back of that van get a bottle […]
i would pick you up and we could just hit the highway, spin a pencil and go where it points, leave the cares of out former lives behind stop at a sporting good store and shoplift some ski masks go on a spree rob a jeweltry store to get matching rings, like mickey and mallory […]
she asked me my name i told her confused then asked her for her’s only seemed polite she laughed and said to guess her red hair pulled back into a tight pony tail her ice blue eyes twinkling with mirth she had a severe beauty so i called her sansa she looked taken aback i […]
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