i was was cuddling with the cat - then my fingers started to smell like pussy
i was peeling a grapefruit - then my fingers smelled like pussy
i was doing the dishes - pussy smell was on my fingers
i was talking on the phone with a friend - only smell on my fingers was pussy
i was putting up Ikea shelves - and my fingers smelled like pussy
i was cleaning my room - with smelly pussy fingers
i was smoking fags - but my fingers smelled like pussy
i dont know why..
i was writing a poem about my issues with my Anna - and they still smell like pussy
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The next day
i was was cuddling with the pussy - then my fingers started to smell like cat
i was peeling a pussy - then my fingers smelled like grapefruit
i was doing the pussy - dishes smell was on my fingers
i was talking on the phone with a pussy- only smell on my fingers was friend
i was putting up pussy - and my fingers smelled like Ikea shelves
i was cleaning my pussy - with smelly room fingers
i was smoking pussy - but my fingers smelled like fags
i dont know why..
i was writing a poem about my issues with my pussy - and they still smell like Anna
mandag den 23. november 2009
onsdag den 4. november 2009
jeg bobler og flyver. giver fingeren til mit dankort er spærret den 4.
sætter af i hop og laver en pirouette videre, tager dig i hånden og hiver dig ind til mig. kigger i dine øjne og vinden tager mig med videre hvor jeg lader mig rive med, ud over taget på en høj bygning og bliver så til stjernestøv på himlen.
sætter af i hop og laver en pirouette videre, tager dig i hånden og hiver dig ind til mig. kigger i dine øjne og vinden tager mig med videre hvor jeg lader mig rive med, ud over taget på en høj bygning og bliver så til stjernestøv på himlen.
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