satanshelper

I have this song stuck in my head. "Turning japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so" Purely inspired by the geisha that occupies the top of my computer screen, excuse me while I head off to express my love for the senseless strumpet o'er yonder. If I had a hair fetish you my dear would still sicken my very bowels.

I had to say goodbye to an old friend today. The sheer repugnance for the narcissism might have been to blame. A totally synthesized personality at that.

Maybe today we die. We give up or fake the day we try. Sometimes I have my days. Today, I'm having her for a moment. Drink it down, drink it till you drown.

Women. I just adore their false sense of veracity