i'm too fun for my own esteem
for my own esteem, for my own esteem
i'm too fun for my own esteem
& i are real fun
i want a menstrual hut more than you will ever know. i smell like that green coloured nut flavour ice cream. pistachio! that's what it is! oh good for me. i have a memory. i've got childbearing hips, but apparently the lining of my uterus is once more deemed useless. oh, for some semen!
"you know you love it, god machine!"
here is my shallowness for to-day: the past few days my skin has been clear & glorious, minus the little bumps that keep it from feeling perfectly smooth to the touch. last night i gave in to temptation & squeezed several of those little bumps before they were ripe, thus turning them into actual pimples. now i am dying of regret. oh, the revegne on me! such bad revegne!
to-morrow will be glorious. i will partay-down with kat & andy & my other darlings, hug, squeal, babble, giggle, cackle, make strange noises from the glory of it all, & then suddenly vanish into the night to dance like a maniac with my otherother darlings & puddle with some kids. & i don't mean puddle in the arous sense, though i wouldn't mind that. but alas, i am bleeding from my love-hole (AHAHAHAHAHAHAA, I JUST SAID LOVE-HOLE, DID YOU HEAR ME?!!?!) & so it is impossible. nothing's impossible, merely impassable
are you jellis of my fun, you jellis fux? menarche always makes me a little crazy. blood loss perhaps, pain, i don't know why. but it is glorious happyfun for me once the cramps stop. it is like drugs. my bio-chemistry gets too happy to contain itself & boils over into my veins, causing my pupils to dilate. that, perhaps, was a lie. i'm sorry about that. try to forgive me, thanksyou'rewelcome.
i'm being patronized by a member of my karass. what a cheeky little man. oh, i will get my revegne on him yet. ohhhh yes. oh yes. oh yes.
tristan: see? you're too busy talking about cocksuckers to hear the guy's wit... witty... witfulness?
siobhan: wittiness. witticisms.
tristan: ahaha. good one.
i'm too fun for my own esteem
& i are real fun
i want a menstrual hut more than you will ever know. i smell like that green coloured nut flavour ice cream. pistachio! that's what it is! oh good for me. i have a memory. i've got childbearing hips, but apparently the lining of my uterus is once more deemed useless. oh, for some semen!
"you know you love it, god machine!"
here is my shallowness for to-day: the past few days my skin has been clear & glorious, minus the little bumps that keep it from feeling perfectly smooth to the touch. last night i gave in to temptation & squeezed several of those little bumps before they were ripe, thus turning them into actual pimples. now i am dying of regret. oh, the revegne on me! such bad revegne!
to-morrow will be glorious. i will partay-down with kat & andy & my other darlings, hug, squeal, babble, giggle, cackle, make strange noises from the glory of it all, & then suddenly vanish into the night to dance like a maniac with my otherother darlings & puddle with some kids. & i don't mean puddle in the arous sense, though i wouldn't mind that. but alas, i am bleeding from my love-hole (AHAHAHAHAHAHAA, I JUST SAID LOVE-HOLE, DID YOU HEAR ME?!!?!) & so it is impossible. nothing's impossible, merely impassable
are you jellis of my fun, you jellis fux? menarche always makes me a little crazy. blood loss perhaps, pain, i don't know why. but it is glorious happyfun for me once the cramps stop. it is like drugs. my bio-chemistry gets too happy to contain itself & boils over into my veins, causing my pupils to dilate. that, perhaps, was a lie. i'm sorry about that. try to forgive me, thanksyou'rewelcome.
i'm being patronized by a member of my karass. what a cheeky little man. oh, i will get my revegne on him yet. ohhhh yes. oh yes. oh yes.
tristan: see? you're too busy talking about cocksuckers to hear the guy's wit... witty... witfulness?
siobhan: wittiness. witticisms.
tristan: ahaha. good one.