Campbells: Mmm mmm good.
wendell: I promise to be a gentleman from now on madam
Me: lol well don't stop being yourself
Me: just maybe add a new subject in after a while
wendell: what perfect weather we are having lately. Two lovers could cuddle up next to a cozy fire and make warm passionate love through the freezing hours of this winter night
Me: was kind of a broken weather kinda thing
Me: lol
Me: sounds like a cocoa commercial
Me: mmm cocoa
wendell: :P
Me: weather?
Me: lol I guess I was reading what you said while typing
Me: *broken record
wendell bonnar: telephathy
wendell bonnar: your the one my dove, and as long as the sun still circles this beautiful world of ours, I will remain content with the dream of you someday being mine
Me: lol
Me: nut
wendell: you did ?
Me: yeah, all over the place
Me: I really need to buy some tissues
wendell: lol
wendell: creepy
wendell: ;)
Me: sorry
Me: I'm a bad person
wendell: its ok darling
wendell: we cant trek in the light all the time
wendell: good cannot exist without evil
Me: With one princely act the devil ensnares me. He pulls me into the dark so I can bring him light. Trapped in sensation I leave my old world behind. Pain becomes pleasure when my hate turns into love. Folgers, nothing comes closer to home
wendell: heh
Me: do do do doo
wendell: with her spiel of dark romance he realizes she is of powerful mind. His thoughts become entangled in a trance derivitive of her very essance, her name should be poison ivy....CALOMINE, for when the itch cant be scratched
Me: Cramped and desolate in her cookie cutter world, she seeks change. Harmony is no longer desired. She draws scathing looks from her pastel peers. Freedom is worth the disharmony.. It's your time. It's your body. It's your place. Playtex.
wendell: her incoherant rablings reaveal her hunger to prove worth. I remain unsatisfied yet far from dissilusion. Her words mean nothing to me who still treks the depths of many unknowing minds
wendell: ummmm
wendell: skittles
Me: lol
Me: My thoughts run rampant. Imaginings roll behind my eyes. Does it matter what he thinks, when all he wants is between my thighs? Lost in temptation, he sees what he wants to see. Rhymings and elaboration, it's all fun for me.
Me: Pork, it's what's for dinner.
Me: lol well don't stop being yourself
Me: just maybe add a new subject in after a while
wendell: what perfect weather we are having lately. Two lovers could cuddle up next to a cozy fire and make warm passionate love through the freezing hours of this winter night
Me: was kind of a broken weather kinda thing
Me: lol
Me: sounds like a cocoa commercial
Me: mmm cocoa
wendell: :P
Me: weather?
Me: lol I guess I was reading what you said while typing
Me: *broken record
wendell bonnar: telephathy
wendell bonnar: your the one my dove, and as long as the sun still circles this beautiful world of ours, I will remain content with the dream of you someday being mine
Me: lol
Me: nut
wendell: you did ?
Me: yeah, all over the place
Me: I really need to buy some tissues
wendell: lol
wendell: creepy
wendell: ;)
Me: sorry
Me: I'm a bad person
wendell: its ok darling
wendell: we cant trek in the light all the time
wendell: good cannot exist without evil
Me: With one princely act the devil ensnares me. He pulls me into the dark so I can bring him light. Trapped in sensation I leave my old world behind. Pain becomes pleasure when my hate turns into love. Folgers, nothing comes closer to home
wendell: heh
Me: do do do doo
wendell: with her spiel of dark romance he realizes she is of powerful mind. His thoughts become entangled in a trance derivitive of her very essance, her name should be poison ivy....CALOMINE, for when the itch cant be scratched
Me: Cramped and desolate in her cookie cutter world, she seeks change. Harmony is no longer desired. She draws scathing looks from her pastel peers. Freedom is worth the disharmony.. It's your time. It's your body. It's your place. Playtex.
wendell: her incoherant rablings reaveal her hunger to prove worth. I remain unsatisfied yet far from dissilusion. Her words mean nothing to me who still treks the depths of many unknowing minds
wendell: ummmm
wendell: skittles
Me: lol
Me: My thoughts run rampant. Imaginings roll behind my eyes. Does it matter what he thinks, when all he wants is between my thighs? Lost in temptation, he sees what he wants to see. Rhymings and elaboration, it's all fun for me.
Me: Pork, it's what's for dinner.