blood_letters_to__stars_scars_demands_froth june Where can my scotty_wot be, I think he’s evil. A bloody whore, slut puppy exploit-eer in the male sense. Going to California would never be an option without sentinels and an abundance of travelers checks, come on BillyWill don’t be a puppy wup. Get off my back stoopid cupid. The sponge is shredding there is no more time remaining to puke. DNA, RNA no babies? What if I want? Then I can. I’m sick of the road to nowhere that you’re driving me on. This path is beaten and worn. Go screw your Nicole, hole, pole, I’ve got a grenade launcher in my hand and it’s aimed directly in your mouth. Yeah Chris, spew it down Scotty’s deep throat. I am the blood_girl. Who is Him? Do I love anyone? Well I’ve tried and it’s all in vain there’s no point in returning to this jungle of love smitten poetry and sex crimes. If I’m too young, YOU are also too young, remember, for we are not too distant chronologically. I control you. 040130 what's it to you? who go blather from