Pretty People Make Pretty Babies
Im leaking excitment, happiness, even prespiring it, wierd thought, and this time it is not a lilliputian happiness, but a massive, large and long happiness( Italian eh..)I feel so amazingly, greatly, awe-inpsiringly,...good. and am craving anengulfing, enveloping hug...heh. I have an appetite for hugs. Im the Hug Monster... with a Goatee. Thats one of a kind. Or kind of one ... I have bubble but its flexible and durable and i got it from sears just like my little brother. It cant pop. Just kinda shudder and screech like a rusty metal orgi. SOMEONE PLEASE CALL ME AND TELL ME YOU WANT TO START A BAND I AM AN EXPLODING GUITARIST AND GOD KNOWS THAT MAKES FOR ONE HELL OF A STAGE SHOW...I NEED MY RELEASE PEOPLE...HAHAHA LIKE SEX ONLY NOT.Im done screaming but im serious. Sweet potatoes are the best kind of sweetness and eskimo kisses are not gay. I love people but not normal people only the ones worthy to read my incomprehension. YOU!!! All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss. If you know what the fuck im babling about please replyexcept paige obviously but um yeah. ~(flit)~