Get On The Right Track Baby False as love you lip actorly projections. Eyes on me. I new-model staginess improving our little death. We mime each other, profiling, but I love you. Truculant I am. My deeps are shallows in your blue eyes. There'll be curtains, wriggled-out-of stunts. When in hate we're self-referencing from our implicit features we will sear, spit.
The December 2009 issue of the magazine mgversion2>datura