Bodies In The Gears Of The Apparatus Last Words Can Be So Cliche
i wish that you would die tonight.
memories I wish long gone just drowned in the black tube.
you have no right to be breathing.
eow, this is sort of overwhelming me.
oh, who will keep her gorgeous and tell her she’s
blushing.
the broad in the locker has been consumed.
i inherit nothing more than a smile.
a heartfelt memory in black and white screen shots she
dies
