Lips In The Game
Scrolled through empty pages today, the fucking now and I don’t just fuck instead of war magazines, and was ashamed to walk barefoot when everyone wears hatred boots, stepping, marching on yesterday's love who bothers looking backward, when luck is peeking around the corner.
Is that you?
Excuse my handsome horse again, I didn’t come for luck.
And I am no knight.
But a fisherman beginner.
Do you get hooked?
Hi,
sorry meant to reply earlier
but was harvesting mint instead of loving you too early
frostbite fingers just couldn’t swipe another face
a 27 doctor lives next door, enjoys tennis, and coffee in the evenings but cuts mozzarella just too thin.
For me to believe he's got some soul in the game, whatever soul means.
Charli Hitler and Adolf Chaplin, it’s all the same.
Pussy Is Pussy
a graffiti on the train station to the capital of hell.
9% rolling stone into the shore, 17% sweet potato with extra soil 24% gorgeous madafucker I don’t know 48% ancient iceberg that feeds the future hollow.
I don’t calculate, I wholly swallow.
But don’t kiss.
Just yet.
-4 or -6 ish… she couldn't tell from a volcano's point of view, opinion, or feeling.. Papa Don’t Preach by Madonna playing in the living room as soaked socks of yesterday’s thoughts are eaten by a democratically aggressive dog:
But my friends keep telling me to give it up
Saying I’m too young, I ought to live it up
What I need right now
Is some good advice, please
Strictly unauthorized, the art of living took place, fucking rules book she hugged a last goodbye.
Turned away from the terrifying mirror whispering social judgments of you love me you love me not app of trying to fuck maybe tomorrow, today I am arranging my portfolio since no wind is favorable, I am free to be lost.
