A year has passed since
since All The Evil
I suppose I've never moved on
From crumpled up Candy Shop lyrics
From the boy with the dog
From striped hoodies and white shirts and fur
You are cruel
Gruel in Oliver Twist's bowl
Please sir, may I have some more?
more humiliation more hurt more sad?
June seems so far away
48 hours doesn't sound so far at all
i have so much to do
and i'm not doing any of it
take a picture
meat joy origin of the world grand odalisque venus of urbino
But my back has never been smooth enough
And I don't have exotic gazes
Wish we could see if we could be something
Though exactly what, I don't really wish to consider
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