how do i tell a girl i want to kiss her

swallowing marlboro bones

I crushed your marlboro skull open and saw prada syringes we shared in the sod-iodine rain and a street so narrow I could feel our palms brushing like the saints hiding putrid words under their maroon calloused tongue , but we don't hide it. What's the point of holding your slender sodium fingers in my palms if you can't sing indie core on the guitar I stole while we were fighting silken rosemary squabbles about rotten teeth and rapist brothers. Mellifluous slurs sweeping across the thermosphere and I try to find your putrid brain. You do not speak properly , that's the sour pickle predicament. I find your brain and see two cynical teens eating vanilla silkworms.

tu es une bella fillé