aww ickle wickle waspy boxy woo woo is *cough**choke* *boke* *dies*
urgh - talking 'kittin' tastes like someone's stuffed a heady mulch of rotten rose pettals into my mouth... except they haven't stuffed it into my mouth, it's actually coming up my throat from my lungs as I speak it and there's thorns in the mulch and they're cutting my throat while I try to speak and the putrescent syrupy liquid which bubbles up with it is running into the cuts and stinging and burning but at the same time sweet and maddening...
(urgh - talking 'kittin' tastes like someone's stuffed a heady mulch of rotten rose pettals into my mouth... except they haven't stuffed it into my mouth, it's actually coming up my throat from my lungs as I speak it and there's thorns in the mulch and they're cutting my throat while I try to speak and the putrescent syrupy liquid which bubbles up with it is running into the cuts and stinging and burning but at the same time sweet and maddening...
Prof UnderCover evitable,
Fri 5 Oct 2007, 9:47,
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excellentstay there, I'll come up and fuck your corpse.
( Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Fri 5 Oct 2007, 9:59,
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