Waitin on Bonnie to skip art and meet me here n I'm perched up on this sink smoking in just the right spot detecter don't detect. Some faggots gonna get a pill stuffed down his throat and then his first second third cock and then when he goes home his last gun.
Vent from the cafeteria corn dog smell gets the toilet paper warm around all the cold menstrual blood. Can feel sediment drift still to the bottom of me but can't tell if it's last week er next n don't care to. She comes in smiling and bite what's wrong with you? I don't know, Bonnie. What's wrong with me?