Dec 25, 2006 02:33
sex is about hate for a single girl.
taking a little bit of every animal, perhaps the contented hippopatamus lying on his back, and serate all their skin off into a coat of arms. Throw some of your initials on it if you like, otherwise no one will know the sacrifices you made to get to the point you're at.
fuck, you're on top of the world wearing other peoples eyes on you, oh if you could only see yourself.
queen of a thousand unopened letters, of the thousand more trials of exertion it would've taken to open them.