I´m not reading you or responding to you, I´m mad,
like my bulldog, anyways until tomorrow,
after then I will be your
creepy stalker friend…… f…ck….
I wrote my thing
It goes freaking blin blin or bling?
hate everything I go song a sing
Touching you up
there’s goes your top
they are bigger than a couple nickles
you did your best
in my behest
in that ass hole
it seemed to be a hole, or kinda of a knoll
got me thinking of Johnny Cash
Read ya all tomorrow, I do actually like reading you people.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.