god is a zombii , and we are all daughters and soms n n we were thrown out of the movie house for having too much fun i fell in love with that crease on your shoulder blade while running a tap to sell spinal fluid lemonade we toured the world as enemies but soon became like sins b b b eating seven-coirse u u u u meals of takis and handles of mr pibb last night when asked i denied you thrice for a pack of newports and cotton-candy fried rice