J. Miller

You can probably drink me under the table three ways, that's why I'm labeled light weight. I've smoked like a joke, and exhale faster than I inhale. My only illusions come from my head being envious of my bottom heavy legs. I've learn to distraught. Learn to spit talk. Your face was wet the day we met...that's how you liked it you must admit. I better go to my room and turn on the light, pretend I have an idea....get a lot power through showers and be known for my might. Durfuckinghan.Her juices still aline the walls of my room. I'll clone her and she wont have a belly button. But it will be fine. She never liked me putting my finger in that endless hole. I may have closeted her memory. So when she comes back...she'll be lesbian for me. I'll lead my shots in the dark...and maybe my love bite will hit her before she even steps again. I wish you would agree with me again. Where I never speak any questions...yet the answer is YES! All the time. It would be that time again....to put on the wig...and compare the shine. You're still glorious in the mind. You'll remember this, when no grooves fit like mine. I'm not the best, but no one is me. I grew a batch of hair on the bottom of my chin, to make it seem like my jaw was more manly than it was. Then I'd shave it off, so you could make me up all girly...to make me look like the bitch I was. You'll make a guest appearance in all my dreams, with producer credit for my creams. I'll breed you a cat with wings....clip them to tame that poor little kitty. I love you too much. So I'll beat some son of a bitches face flat straight to the back of his skull, so he'll know what it's like to be one dimensional. Lets be back to laughing, about some stories that never happened to me.