Monday, April 23, 2012

Twist My Fork

The delicate morphing of twisting the fork and really getting to the root of the cause that has foiled the feeling of pitter pattering affairs on the tiny senses of everything. The coming in and out of the light to be slightly scorn for good measure, the jaded affect. Going to the unknown, yet remembering. get me hot, hot hot - I am so hot for you.

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