There’s no happiness
I like you, for you speak your mind.
Rather, your words only seem to come out when you absolutely can’t hold it in.
You have taught me how to feel.
And by myself I have learned how to live.
Yes I am a bozo.
I fucking love it.
Love me, and you’ll acquire a husband.
Ain’t no fucking way in hell I’m gonna become one before that.
Life here I fucking come, actually I kinda already came a bit but lick it out and let us start again.
Pull down your pants, or don’t, if you really like the feel of denim inside your asshole.
Polaco 07 dec 2019