Good Golly Ms. Molly

Infinite abyss or some shit say

s the sudamericano dragon wit

h gusto we lay in heat and high

glory contemplating limbs and

electric things amiss the specta

cre of a reminiscence tinged ju

nior high brow discourse and a

wkward cold hands must have

character. And she holds them

and lolls about my body all the

fey i’d ever wanted. finnish lok

i the knife waiting ever wanted