“I am confused where the pineapple goes.” – emoboysandgirls
Acres On Acres On Acres
I tease the match head against Arthur’s collarbone, chin, and temple. His nose humblebrags about all the deforestation going on. Arthur moves slightly when a squall of Cruzan 151 crashes against the loosely buttoned island. The Viagra has an hour left to go; I always wanted a phoenix for a son.