Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Kubrick's mistress

my love said he would date me only if we could wax off eachother's moustache with that ressurection candle all melt down and everything.

i guess he doesn't do  that with all the other women.

after all, a sheep can very nicely wax the grass by rubbing it's shoe to the tip toes of a sad bug who lost count of who steps over he's feelings.

dissapoitment is an icecream with lots of chocolate and the world has it's own  personal diabetees.

how else could a sip of beer be so frustating?

barry white doesn't learn that enough is enough.

black is for berries.

just like a prayer but with madonna covering something of aretha's.

A. fuckin' mean

nor he or she

bloody It.



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