Oh, the union of Wintana and Tumblr was a sight, worth dying for. The joining of his technological advantages, and her love of art was a sight, worth dying for. They dance to Whitesnake songs and fuck to Black Sabbath's Paranoid. Forget Barry White, we live in 1985.

30th October 2009

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She Started Evil

All the thingsyou say more than kill me inside
They torture me painfully and stroke your pride
When I hide
Run with my tail in my jeans
Smile and cry
Eyes bloodshit
All I want to do is scream
It was simple
My proposal
It was easy
My inquiry
Just to say yet
And lift me up
Stop being jealous
of my daddy
my father
my image
the one who understood
Don’t look inside my feelings
Don’t read my sadistic thoughts
Don’t think you won the battle
That my sick mind just lost