cheerioed

she and we never to be.  trust me.

voices hurt ever and then quit.  back to ouch ahhh.

how much for that torn breath eat and sleep over there.  I think it likes me.

works.  ohhh yah don’t doubt that, said the straightjacket.

disciplined what is pain abused by thoughts of roses wilting and thorny

she and we never ever to see we be, and she leave to bereve.

contagious real steal to heal keel and cram the damn feel.  god we help ya know IT.

fringle sniff sniff