wigglefree

This world is collapsing, and every word I feel as it comes from your mind.
Undressed of our reserve, we are a little simple and use smaller words.
Living for life causes this black vacuum that crushes, and happiness loving you with or without me.
I guess that we both feel it as I guess we both silently choke as I silently choke in the silence that sound can no longer be produced in.
In silent heaving sighs

Make my nipples hard let's go (the new radicals)