random act it was a random act one detached from thought one that should standout one that many would shy from criticize declare insane close eyes or just plainly walk away it was a random act nothing attached nothing asked for in return a
Jewish Drama Queen actually that’s my grandmother a photo from the 1920’s she was a Ziegfeld girl that was way before your time before mine too they were famous you know at least that is what i was told a dance troupe and i understand nudity was part of
William Tell mom told me to practice everyday at 5:00 after homework before dinner i did but couldn’t she hear the strings didn’t sing they whined in pain as if being tortured i was how could i explain i’d be no better with any bow
when push comes to shove you’re such a dick put on your boxing gloves go ahead take a swing at me if you’re that upset what pissed you off anyway it doesn’t matter you seem to be at a loss for words you just want to flail your arms in hope
darling i always had a feeling of not fitting in not being grander than others if anything i always felt rather small like the spider on the wall or perhaps the flea that no one could see yes i would easily be called the wall
your story you told me a story once it unfolded with a perfect plan each page read the same even though the pages continued to turn to someone else it might be a bit absurd you laughed a little so did i making light of flowers that
