crowded streets of fashionable maniacs with cups filled up to the top anything foul smell
color blinds can still define how blue makes them feel no need for technicolor proper lighting
just talk about jazz until we don't have to pretend anymore admit paintless faces are always easier to kiss
take off your red lipstick because it's not time for that now my greatest fears are open for interpretation and your attempts at trying to be a slut terrify me
i noticed jesus only comes out when my drugs are almost gone too fast and there isn't anyone around to give me the round of applause i need to carry on after my best apologies
collections of textbooks defaced with runaway scriptures trails to follow for darling nikki when she finally decides not to care journeys hallucination smudged "fuck you's" make the page easier to look at
high school rendezvous down to the nearest place with cheap food times logic seduced by a need to experience passion in the dirtiest places that can be found
thursday love supreme grooves nights of malfunctioning street lights adding details to chaos
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