The size of the screen, it tells about the end
to surmise it all may seem as if it's all about the end. But the weight of dimpled lips marks a part of the first and if you tell it just right then the means become worse.
Not the way the world was shaped, at least not in the beginning. The courier didn't mean much, just another person who failed to deliver milk. Or something of that ilk. And the caravans were all Dodge and her patio, plain filthy. But who said the path to being rich was hardly ever wealthy. Firstly, the escapades from last year had moved in next door but thank heavens her house had washed upon the shore. Sure, this, the same skirt that rubbed six others in a demonstrative way predicated only the best she had to offer in numerous ways. Castigating braces she wore to mask the shades she'd gained from staring straight. Flash bulbs were the strobe light and her epileptic seizures appeared to be nothing more than pity masturbation.
Huh? Can't decide the sides from the route to the perimeter, might as well fill the volume with rehab and a solute. Collude, the colours are all wrong. The center of the song is falling of the chorus. What better way to release the inner whore in us.
36 is even, divisible by six, invisible by six, am/pm? Can't say I see them but why not go ahead and free them they've already wasted enough time as it is. Pathetic, the ramblings of addiction can't top a photo of disintegration.
We buy what we buy so we can fill the scarecrow decorations next year. That'll keep the kids away.
Not the way the world was shaped, at least not in the beginning. The courier didn't mean much, just another person who failed to deliver milk. Or something of that ilk. And the caravans were all Dodge and her patio, plain filthy. But who said the path to being rich was hardly ever wealthy. Firstly, the escapades from last year had moved in next door but thank heavens her house had washed upon the shore. Sure, this, the same skirt that rubbed six others in a demonstrative way predicated only the best she had to offer in numerous ways. Castigating braces she wore to mask the shades she'd gained from staring straight. Flash bulbs were the strobe light and her epileptic seizures appeared to be nothing more than pity masturbation.
Huh? Can't decide the sides from the route to the perimeter, might as well fill the volume with rehab and a solute. Collude, the colours are all wrong. The center of the song is falling of the chorus. What better way to release the inner whore in us.
36 is even, divisible by six, invisible by six, am/pm? Can't say I see them but why not go ahead and free them they've already wasted enough time as it is. Pathetic, the ramblings of addiction can't top a photo of disintegration.
We buy what we buy so we can fill the scarecrow decorations next year. That'll keep the kids away.