fuck, why do I go so guy crazy?! It's kind of silly actually, but it happens. I'm such a little girl about it all too.. -_-" whatever, it makes me happy and whatever works right?!



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hanging dignity with nothing but self righteous self doubt.
Hating maidens, with working forces contriven.

latter days loathing lousy laments
while conscription crisis condoning compulsions.
and simple machines making malicious movements, making massacres meek.
Like singing song-nation sending suspicious soultastic sacrilegious saints to sell sacred spies.

If clouds are formed from one man's hands, then those are golden gifts of life.
Not tainted tongue twisiting fairytales told in thinned-out-tree-sheets stacked upon each other,
making a book.

Copy and pasted plagiarism, posted pages past present tense.
while hating heavens, with heavily hindered horoscopes.
So maybe false fake outs fade fast becasue feasting forrests of phatoms feed for faint festivals.

in the case that your blocked minds refuted the recognition of my liking to alliteration.
This is the point of which obvious point-outs come about.
cause' the sensation of it all makes it worth the while to tell you things that mean nothign to me in the end.

And to decipher dependent databases, dodged days that dig down dogmatic devices.
It deepen blow by blows, by babying back-street infants bellowing below blue bays.
Making meandering mornings merciful.