pink pinpink pink blouse
I dont think it's a blouse
No, it's more like a tank top
like you would wear
—Hey I ain't wearing a tank top out in public, i ain't no brute what are you—
no that's a wife beater, it's too cold, you wish she was wearing a wife beater and everybody would be roger rabbit and cartoon hammer—get it, it's too cold for wife beatin
shiut up shut up you took the whole train out of my pink pink
pink pink sound and the spit
told by an idiot
and then wait for the moment when once you scream you won't stop screaming

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