Over the years I've discovered that Star Wars fans make the BEST lovers.
Alright, alright. Are we talking about me yet?
Over the years I've discovered that Star Wars fans make the BEST lovers.
Alright, alright. Are we talking about me yet?
You are the same decaying matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world
you are my happy thought.
you make me fly.
now teach me to how to hit the ground.
break my heart if you have to.
yeah.. sadistic really..

I'm thinking... delicious thoughts.
Not ***, not anything carnal, no. I'm thinking... books.
Yep, piles and piles of books.
Books that line the corner of a room. Books that are thick, brand new, which pages are crisp, which covers are hard.
Yep. And a cup of coffee, in a terrace in a mall somewhere. Reading, reading, sipping caffeine, feeling the jolts of jazz, reading, watching women pass by.
I’ve been sitting on my bed with a glass on my hand, tryin’ to figure out a way for me to understand through this talk we’ve just had. The questions I have asked somebody yesterday about the sign that’s in your eyes, about the biggest smile on your face. In the way questions I had asked somebody how you feel, only eyes reveal. Your answer’s not for real. But I can’t read your mind.
Not this time...
Look, I know I'm being neurotic, but I can't shake off this suspicious feeling about Miss Fagina. I don't want to sound paranoid, but I've had some bad relationships in the past, and I have been known to be jealous. I'm sorry...
brutal ka, darleng..
Slithice rocks! OWNING....
It's really been kind of an unintentional kind of thing for me. I guess you could say that my plan is to do it until I get right. What that means, I'm not really sure, but now I know I have to keep it going.
Thinking about the heavy past,
the tears fell freely.
This desire won't disappear.
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