Narwhals. Are sex on my armpit. But, my left armpit. Cos Gerard Way is sex on my right armpit. mmmm I love me some Gerard Way. Did you know they sell penis cake at Jewel Osco? Indeed. It's in between the bananas and cucumbers.
thanks:)Your comment was awesome cause you meant it.that's really all there is to it.And yeah that's what I was going for.I feel weird making poems that arent original,and based on life.I love my stuff being different.I really liked yours because it was lihe that.
Lol. Nice metaphor.
Goodnight, Spencer. :)
It's not really the religion that gets to me, it's the people that believe in the religion.
They just twist the words around and make it how THEY like it. Not how it is supposed to be.
Your right, it won't. I just keep telling myself that I am who I am, and that if any fucker wants to get in my way then I'll flick them out of my way and continue on.
You very welcome.
Oh, my name is Kat, by the way.
I'm sorry to hear that.... I hope you two can make things better. I have faith in you!
Why is it that all the good and smart people have the worst lives?
It pisses me off! There are so many fucking assholes in the world that are living it big by giving big sob stories and shit.
I don't understand why people do it.
I mean, attention? But that only lasts a couple of weeks/months, then the attention givers move onto someone else.