I love the kind of woman that would actually just kill me. You know when I left my house today I was thinking “Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some fucking hallway.” And here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I’m talking full on, watermelon in the thighs level of carnage. And I want it to scare the shit out of me. I mean I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and you call me your little “peepee pisspiss boy.” I want you to fuck me up. I mean I want you to make me your bitch. Your little peepee piss myself bitch. I want it to get embarrassing. I mean like… weirdly embarrassing. Unsanitary, too. We should be entirely different people by the end of the first eight hours. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here? I mean, I’m a real freak. I’m not normal.
You really just did that. I don’t know how to feel about this.
somebody down bad
still no art role