I can dance in the shower with my tits swaying back and forth if I want to, and I can climb these god damn walls if I want to! didn't your mother ever tell you, rules, are meant to be broken? and if my soul is half-destroyed then there's nothing wrong with continuing to destroy … Continue reading Tits


I like ripping packets  Smelling fresh rubber plastic, Blowing it up and gasping Each time  As I run out of breathe  I like feeling the bounce  When it's full of what was lungs  Chlorine in swimming pools factor 50 on my elbows. Burnt red nose And peeling back ... the ice pop pack Crunching it in my … Continue reading Eyes