Nothing Sticks

Not even sweet goo goo good goo.

dripping copious from Our lips sweet. The benefit of touch.

She offered Us Mongolia I believe n kind a suspect.

He belonged unto her.

I am low man o n the totem pole. I wanna see you at Chippendales. And base camp Mt. Everest.

I wanna take Joy in all thy deep throbbing True Joys.

I do and will now and forever let it be me.

I risk boring thee with these constant professions of love. I must compete with God Himself. Really if you was me would you bother?

I see the utter lack of need for me ripe in thy eyes. I feel the fool in a three penny opera.
If my life is to change I need to do the changing. Simple. Wait are only tears to make love grow.
If IU had a choice tween me n God I would go for God every time. Feel no shame. Anyone would make the same decide. My new table top writer is flawed already.

Help me Lord. Keyboard is the name.


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