There's something about you that simply fascinates me.
Not sure what it is.
But it's got me thinking about you constantly. The other day I walked into a fucking pole. A pole. Cylindrical. Tall. Blue. It was a full on pole, and I walked into it. The last time I accidentally walked into something I was under the Mexican stars in San Luis drinking a bottle of mezcal.
With you it's different. It's not the drugs, I could get those off anyone. Just sitting on that cum filled couch is fine. Staring at your fucking dog is fine. That is as long as you're around. You disappear and that couch goes back to being a disgusting cum filled, full on hillbilly ridden couch. But you around and shit seems good.
At ease. What's that word? That word your grandma said, your cuz plays that song that just repeats the word. Errie? Nah. Irie. That one. Well yeah everything is irie.
You one fascinating, good-looking bitch. And I mean bitch with the utmost respect.
Why you smiling? What? Yeah I got words. Shit girl. I'm fancy huh?
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