We Do Many Genres estain.aqui.

Being a

whispered. dirty vocals artist

is the uncanniest.

Like yeah, my bbygrrrl is a singer. opera: and this is my favorite shit to sing when I’m one to needed to fucked up about it and can’tfigureoutawayyet.

I keeo reflecting on how we feel in love.

It could look like

In the Chapel, In the Moonlight by Dean mArtin.

which is a definitely one of the stories.

Runaway by Bon Jovi. another music video dear.

downtown lights only. On.

No in . Not in that way no.


It was real emo 10 years ago so in oldercore we were the kids listening to Descendants and Harpy Milk Road before the Roads became Neutral in Zip lines and Teetolars listened to SubPop and ratified X were the ones playing Can craving Vitamin C too. What does empire. look like 40 years after that?

The bestest and worst of every wooden-stool sitter since the dawn of piedhnchxism of italy it the multi-national linguistic symbol of Florence for my florenci-sicjesicialono favorite. My ex-husband and no we’re in daunt-ful paralay as to whose fucking who if/when/if.ido/say ex. And just husband. Or stop in my tracks at ex before

And then I don’t get to say

Husband.

big h for you. our worst dayzsesneindstche indeed babe? worse.

present tense in all your gore.

still have the deftones shirt.

you making that happen was my favorite.

still is buckaroo with mud on you too your doors never emptied for them to know

wife.

what legalities do you need we go everywhere. man. or mained in course.

get ratified.

he loves when I sing some of his favorite tunes :::

this is ofone.ofthem.

2:38 so I remembered.

killing me in Italics.” did I read your mind?

yes.

sayitagain.

do you like how I sing?

such variety.

good.

this is the life I live .

Hapless Bastard makes me happy. In every way dismal. Reincarnate for some other soul before you fuck up. Reading & Thumping were synonymous in quintessential England 14th century. Oh you’re bullish.or.bearish-dialoguing me. I want attention. Request a check in! You’ve been much too quiet. And I have no demands I’m just teetolaing. I’ve no plans. I have quarries. I have no arguments and all this fight and not enough metalcore or remaster or the new. staring me in the face. Wh

Ere do we go from here?

No printer jam. The connection!

And you’re all smiles and all the more lovely and those fingers in your jawline strapped like a magnum have daunted and taunted me in okay symbols. Watching. I’ve been biting the sides of my nails. You’re up to something and I’m much too pronounced and unaopronounced to know the fresh cranberry which is just cranberry + banana oatmeal in a fresh-can dry meal is all you’ve got on your mind.

Call Karen Dalton.



there’s an old man haunting your house and he has many plans and demands for you to get up off your ass and do your job not leave the house.

in all my blindness, I could sing another tune for no reason. you still end up blind limbo, purgatory, afterlife, death, rebirth, recommission, contract, accidental death; then perjury.

I worked there.


Present Tense.

perhaps.

Dance with Me.

why not.

when I had trouble leaving the house or you noticing to see me or wearing my glasses too much and undressing with ass to bottom on my bed so the littlest slip of nakedness may cause you to notice me. theen drifting 5 years working out the housem. 3 jobs no undercover then the undercover work under my 47 covers of congolemeracy-design. why do it all? I have my reasons. I used to say I hate to get bored

the speaker is challenging me.

throw me a number.

Good Number(s).}}].

this what me bby likes me to sing; tis opera!
journalists got reduced to list.ickle-makers.

imagine.

What I get around to doing.

when

IM BORED.

I mean.

bored.

a three
card?
reading.

sam in clockit clockit 2012.

vibes.

ultraviola.ist.

..

that’s lunch!

sonic cobalt cherry blue iPod 4g

of authenticity

shit out another 8k in song.

then put it in the fucking Louvre.

Greggory, and his fucking Louvre. AL WAYS MAKI NG HIS TORY EVER. man took it so serious. 😪👻☠️☠️☠️😈.👾.


I got doubledawged in the shuffle two-timesinfnme. Allsixesindeed .

What I really love to sing; like favorite song ever to belt everywhere in hushed tones and tombs of secrecy; Loved;love-sto-sing.:

who would’ve guessed.

christmas-egatz-gat-cover. Oh Mexico,

you were not far , in that sentiment.

(I was still on social media when I saw that trending power viral for 3 Christmas in a row and from 2017 from 2012 from 2009 where she got famous first with a billboard in Nevada in 2005.))Clo

Clocked I got

whO else COULD THE GIRL BE TO PUT UP WTHIS CSHITZCHNICHTS. MANE.

It’s not far if you look with yo fucking misas. I’ve have enough speaker wars, Husband. FUCK.

I tried to tell a love story about my ex-husband’s love affair and shits. @  12:31pm. Nov 2 Sat. 2024.


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