|
Rose Martin, add me back to facebook (pg. 2)
|
View this Thread in Original format
| Ted Promo |
| quote: | Originally posted by jupiterone
i'm afraid she's drunk and high right now |
I'm missing the snippets of her decay. |
|
|
| Ted Promo |
| Lews, that's it, I'm getting you some sort of winterish fubu gear when I gain enough gold coins. |
|
|
| Lews |
| Just three more bosses, dear. Three more till we dine. |
|
|
| EddieZilker |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lews
black culture, yo. |
I'm doing a tribute album to it: I'm calling it Chicago, MI and I'm dedicating it to Theo Parrish. |
|
|
| Sushipunk |
| So why did she delete you from FB? |
|
|
| EddieZilker |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sushipunk
So why did she delete you from FB? |
His erotomania made for a nasty facebook rash. |
|
|
| Ted Promo |
*shrugs*
coke rage |
|
|
| Lews |
| quote: | Originally posted by EddieZilker
I'm doing a tribute album to it: I'm calling it Chicago, MI and I'm dedicating it to Theo Parrish. |
You had better be black. |
|
|
| Halcyon+On+On |
OH PLEASE, ROSE. Understand. I know that you do. I know it all too well.
I remember brightly-lit January days spent in your kitchen. The foils in your khaki shorts from when you were 14, now lapping your thighs like the tin foil upon a Thanksgiving ham that has been picked apart for sandwiches for precisely 8 days, currently upon the great, blubbery trunks of your shapely 20 year-old figure. A staccato breeze whips across the floor directed from your very drawers, landing upon the linoleum with the force of a sock full of rubber bands. It raps upon my heart's devices like a seagull calling for its life-mate in the ecstatic signature of birthing one of its pearly ovum.
Superfood. |
|
|
|
|
