Das Oath We Ruin Fun Have Some
all head and no bread; redundant, this weight is dead.
whoever the f..ck infested this laugh with rusty screws
barely legal farces very cool calm collected and ice
blue. come on come on closer. let some fingers do the
talking because hardwood's bad on the shoulder blades. we
ruin fun. baby's on fire, just a kiss away from being
invaluably worthless. smiling, sulking, "just wake me up
when this life's over"