Oh what the hell wear a chastity belt call it perverted call it reversed taken extreme maybe the worst way 2 cure no love dis-ease
not so kind initiation slap in the face mental patient coo coo and cockeyed it's rough so many damn months alone in the buff
self love tantra kind of a bore not really working more of a chore does this fiery passion ever dry up did I really book this layover sure is long enough
please pardon my complaints when the love dam finally breaks All - bets are off glorious heaven awaits.
Hard hearted women damn near a sin trying 2 love them pity pity men karma sees no friend in the end God send beautiful bullshit storm designed 4 needy souls please guide me out from under forsaken by my own making this way surly gets old.
It's fine to be angry angels just don't burn the place down best leave that to God.
The friction of fiction finally facilitates focus on finding reality rather than floating in fantasy.
Nonsense narrative fuels consent 2 get bent so focus on creating what comes next instead of bending over nonsense.
Wolves exist in the forest preying on lost souls who can't see predators from the trees free spirits know the only way Home is 2 pray 2 be shown the way.
