Geppetto And His Dolls

Right. So there is no point in emailing me, as I cannot load anything having to do with yahoo these days. XTX makes me want to impress her every time I write. It isn’t fair to me.
K-Luv is having a naming of his cat-a-thon. So check it out and offer up your recommendation. I would say check out the Taste as well, but his punk ass never updates because he is a filthy little bitch whore. He is an Insolent, deconstructed whelp of a whore.
He was just a little kid. He was full of hope and secret dreams about finding the knack for life he saw in so many others. Others he wished he was. He was just a child. His inquisitive nature seemed inappropriate because the older he got the less he wanted to learn, but the more he wanted to know. He knew things most people don’t. He knew things he had no means of knowing. He could sense things. Then she left. She took him away. She made the kid into steel. He had no more feelings. No more desire to live. His only ambition was to try to live as long as possible without ever experiencing intimacy again.
She spoke to me today but I couldn't hear her because last night I took two nails and a hammer to my eardrums. But I was happy I was able to see her before I took this steak knife to my eyes. She came close enough for me to feel her breath, but mine couldn't make it past my tongue on account of the blowtorch I used to burn my lungs out long ago. She asked me to follow, but it was impossible, as I had previously dug a chainsaw into both of my legs.