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Gimme


Gimme. I need some more. Gimme gimme. Give me. Don't ask what for.


I would like to talk to you lots. Don't know what to say, though, really.


sittin here, i'm a loaded gun waiting to go off. I've got nothing to do but
shoot my mouth off.

Gimme some more. Don't ask what for.

oh eh ah oh.
oh eh ah oh
heh ha ho ha. oh hey ah ho.

i know the world's got problems.
i got problems of my own. Not the kind that can be solved.

Gimme. I need some more. Gimme gimme. Give me. Don't ask what for.


Spray Paint the Walls

oh i want to go for awhile.


I need a bit of your hand touching me a bit a bit of the skin contact i don't know what it is. I'm not sure. you pity him for what he wants it for. (thirsty and miserable)

These are fun. But they are not hands. Or something like that. Something like hands.

I'd like hands.

ghey hands

But not those hands. They're not mine, they're not small, dunk.

how do i feel about hands? answer here


jealcowtrytrol. do do do. do do do. do do do. do do do.

we are tired of the abuse.
try to stop us...it's no use.
society's arms think
they're smart.
I find satisfaction in what they're lacking.

CHANCE

CHANCE

CHANCE

CHANCE

CHANCE

image of 'ok'

eye no wit till bee ho kae.
















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