let her sing from the bottom of her bella and let him dance like he knows her interpersonally let them shout, let them cry because they've all found out that the secret is inside of you when you lose the plot and think you haven't got what you got just remember to let them sing let them shout and dance let them cry because
starting to feel ill and how the insecurities surround us how we feel like nothing really matters while attempting perfection did i blow right past you last time? did everything just get too much? did you make the mistake of showing interest? dearie oh dearie i just want some scottish cck scottish cck cck cck pleas
or not that's what we're trying to do not lose the plot he was allright drink too much and being non-sexual as possible i just want to lick those lick them real good baggage good date bad date good date. trying not to lose the plot tonight trying hard trying harder already drunk and the pa
looking into yourself over and over again
oh brutha i wish i could've scored you right had you fallen at my feet had this jump start be the end start had this kick start be our begigining. oh how our fantasy lays in the land of hope and glory and where we can just exhale and be ourselves withouth the colonist flags for once just being me you fucker<BR
it's all good. just need a crutch, real bad. wish it could've been you. wish it could'be been you. no loss on either side. but oh, how i wish it could've been you. back to this, back to being that. oh how i wish it could've been you, my doll. how i wish it could've been you. deep breathes and feelings of loneliness
i am beautiful. those who do not see it, have failed. those who concentrate on my flaws, have failed. i do not get too wrapped up in myself and constantly attempt to keep a perfect balance. perhaps more so, than many around me. if potential partners choose not to acknowledge this, they have failed. not i, said the bear. not i.<!-- Ju-A
loose thoughts fall into me today and i don't know which ones to grab i'm attractive but the baggage weighs me down the baggage make it dissolve after an instance of retail therapy we diminish to our cores and find nothing but a song
creat dignities and spill the desires of my unknown soul let's hear it for the boys and for the girls hear it the vernacular and regrets from the past falling asleep on the busses what a trippy trippy trippy night crazy fools hometown miseries await me always and forever here comes the weekend and my phone
what a tripping feeling when you push a friend away turn your back and walk away fear of the unknown fear of losing what you had fear of starting over it's gonna hurt but it's the best thing for me too fundamentally racist too stupid too violent too selfish too taking and not giving too friendly<
look for the tears under my eyes they're racing for you racing let's race to the altar and happiness let's slap it down and create an action plan losing friends what a great time to have delete them make them hurt vindictive my ass, just fucking go away already yeah vanish sweet seek console i
that's what it is this weekend is just dragging along isn't it tabetai nametai aishitai koroshitai irairashitekuryone koroshitai tabetai nametai aishitai
how not to lose the plot how to stay okinawan for life how to start enjoying curry being too japanese makin it or breakin it needing to get laid.
peter, nadim and miro the sweetest from the east fulfill me with beautiful men and entertain my eyes. oh the things you've created my dear. the monsters. who let the dogs out. and not making excuses for sex. the beautification of the east. the beautification of the west. fart bubble. onaka ittai no ni
gosh the remix is awesome, i can't wait to go dancing this weekend. under my umbrella eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh chanting to the goodness.
hear the drum beat for me tonight brotha then we can hear each other scream and a whole week of detox is such a great thing love is gone love is gone whip cream fantasies, and the things we don't tend to see. keep on moving to the beat to the beat walk like this hear comes the tabla for you<!-- Ju-Anchor-Footer-St
philippines; singing a song dancing in the streets smiles on the faces of the masses and tons of pride swaying hips and a bright outlook staying positive throughout all the shit just keeping it together that's what they do. ruff ruff papi did tons of shopping and all the crap starts tommorow innit it's gonna be
crazy white boys. it would've been good to shag. but whatever. i'm sick, i totally didn't want this. but i fed my beasts my bloody beasts tonight: go home shower start cleaning packing how boring how bloody boring but i fed the beasts last night so i need to chill vitamins herbs o
and we're gonna get married going to chapel of love going to the chapel and we're gonna get married going to the chapel of love leaving tommorow! dios mios. that lunch today was great. nice blackbean and garlic beef. what a dish what a bloody dish learning to get over the small things oh what a big big task
how it feels to be trapped and to be headed to a happy place where tears of joy will prevail and it's gonna be okay to feel dirty and nasty but still feel beautiful centoraru ni ikkimasu ka? i need some nasty cock poppers group sex dark rooms nasty i need nasty <!-
how it used to feel when we would meet and our lips would touch throughout the dark places on my sunny island your sweet lovely embrace and how you let me feel wanted drove me up the wall and i wanted to stay up there when you went away i stayed up there forever and a day thinking of the sweet moments we had
god the white c'ck around me is so pleasant and i just want to dance it off i could really use a good dance today but i was in no mood for sucky sucky paib dollah i miss okinawa but not its apartheid but i'll be okay i'm sure. i really want a grill at home it would make things so much easier we'll have to see how it goes<B
from paris to berlin and okinawa to hounslow there's dirty old men everywhere and i just popped a nasty pimple the soundcard on this machine is whack and i'm doing my re-entry dance the re-entry dance that's what we like to call it the fucking re-entry dance god i wish the sound card was decent on this 1985 computer g
the problem with 35 year olds and what i know about the way they function they just want to feel alive be alive feel alive and i'm not there yet just like you don't know how it feels to be in another persons shoes with age, you can do your research you can always do your research so yeah, relationships crapationships<B
world around you world around you gosh i was such a bitch in HS such a bitch not sure what's going on upstairs but a decent shower in the abode would be great but hey you ask for everything can you i wish i could talk to mukesh but whatever
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