She said fuckity fucking hell for lack offx something better to say because, you see, the sinds had come. and that was supposed to say winds but it didn't turn out alright. so, let us not just get to the x x sex, even though he doesnct have any legs . . . yeah right. come on, i'm not having sex with a guy without legs. fucking hell, no arms would be acceptable, but the legs thingwould be all llike i can8t walk, let's get it on. NO.if he offered me sex, i'd say not in a thousand years, cripplie. cause that'swhat i'd call him. cripplie, that's the name for fuckasses llike that. xxxxxxx
No legs.
no SEX fomr meI that's the deal. bitch. and -----------------------
YOU CAN'T HARRASS ME BUT YOUCAN HARRBUTTME. because my mom said that as a minori can't or don't rather, have the option ofxxx using profanities. so i guess i'll just dangit up until i8 dcomes around. xxx OH picklesI extra space? why not try the cafe 1/4? it leaves that extra supurb sound in the air.
some kind of writing, by:
Joni Krieggggger.









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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
I miss you right now. (en francais...oui oui!)
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
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Of my own work:
My Favorite: Smoke And Mirrors.
Everyone Else's: Existential Word Search.
sending you hearts and hugs and kisses and all my love. and maybe some cinnamon toast crunch.
-me.
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
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Getting it is easy, filling it with illegal substances and sending it across the border is not.
The journal entry is about Forming A Poetry Club on devinantART. I hope you will consider my offer.
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Of my own work:
My Favorite: Smoke And Mirrors.
Everyone Else's: Existential Word Search.
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We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.