Scrumptious Nerve Wrack

I sing to inanimate objects.
Look in a cave, i might be singing my heart out to a pile of stones.

Sometimes

I feel like fucking my own brains out.

” Can i wash out your mouth with my man soap?”

” Can i wash out your mouth with my man soap?”

SO MAYBE IM FUCKED UP! SO FUCKED UP THAT IM BOUND TO FUCK UP ANY NEW PERSON THAT WALKS INTO MY LIFE ALONG WITH THE BEAUTY AND LOVE THEY BRING. FUCK.