And if I cry it means I'm hurting, don't kick me when I'm down.
And if I turn up missing, follow the trail of jade eggs that I tell him to buy
To love is to serve time.
And my belongings, I say again, do not belong to Dr. Strangelove. I want them back.
Consistently riveting.
I hate when you ask me if I like it.
Turn your eyelids inside out.
An art show for Jomo.
Energy curtailment.
Trying not to think. I just want to feel.
Your demons will reach out and tap me on the shoulder to say hello. Like "Hi, I'm a demon."
He said the beginning of the relationship is the best when you want to talk to the person all the time. What an ass. You just told us that you're not good for longevity.
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