Sunday

and she's

Nobody has a hard time with it. except you. haunt||||||| and she's got the hissy fit O yea. O yea the fascist line to carry its fate in fat gold purchases and the credit lining her asslink. this way fuck's deadink .



Mona moved out apartment. Sound to her creek.

No anybody does better at than her.


She moved around her sexthigh. Carried the limber light in. helding his came to her rupture to her feet ~. Dance to hre tall hooligan to her affairs dance to her tall holly.