May it be obvious I enjoy titties? pretty bitches and lit up cities? I like comfortable homes… wood n’ shit. I like scruffy men, grimey but intelligent. I am music. I am a nasty bitch. I am all the things you say I am except for celibate. I like to fuck. small in a truck, big in a 2 door but ain’t got much butt. I am so motherfucking backwards. I’d contradict a sure thing with an uncertain lack for… it all. What? Who the fuck really knows. I fall in love probably twice a month… I’m a love hoe. I create fantasies. In my head I am sexier than I appear to be in reality. I experience frequent anxiety. I’m the worst example if we’re discussing proprieties. I am coming but I’ll never be there. You can try and run but you can never beat fear. So I murdered it… took a gun to the idea and burned the bitch. When I feel pain I focus on it til it’s pleasure. If I was skinny I’d probably enjoy the summer weather.
-Ziggy
(It just came out)
2 comments:
i hate how fucking talented you are. Brilliant
fall in love twice a month, eh?
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