Lobooo ...
Looboooo .... These
.
to go looking for ... so long.
smell the blood flowing with your ambition, your lust bastard miraculous greasy. Your mind
boiling ice cream you scream my throat hurts,
your black soles, your self-fulfilling prophecy Come
a good time. Both rodeo ...
comes the rain in the air the storm brewing in your war.
comes the horror of ferocious growl. Needless
desires, it rains in the winter of souls
And the wind in your favor by bringing you stinks to call you I'm looking forward
, wolf ...
Anxiety gives the signal, the guilt I felt the food
domesticated for centuries
smell your shit marking territory.
never had much pleasure in knowing you are coming.
Photo: Camila Lady Captain for "Friday's Girls"
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