Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
The Quare Ones
Would you just listen to the quare one? And isn't she a thing to behold? And she acts as if she is the angel and the other quare one is beneath her. As far as I can see, the quare ones are both quare ones. And would you just look at the style of her condescension and wouldn't you know, that she is loftier in her whoredom. And would you just look at the style of her history, and would you just smile at its innocent stupidity. And don't you just love your own style of mockery, and don't you want it to increase, and don't you find yourself superior?
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