Linen Thrown Over the Heaviest of Ghosts

Du Brae & Steph Something spotless, white sheets one-ton doses cum filled capsule coffins the conversation has been marked as spam the eyes, gutted novels. cha cha cha cha cherry lips knocking on infinite walls kissing the petrified, the faceless faces insidious lovers bound by what they exchange oh get off your high horse, baby come ride the whore instead she swears she gone spread her wings she swears she gonna spread her wings binge and purge desire caviar tar no, just a hangover these streets are now clean in the sense of gods and kings smiling and satisfied he went to hit the rock shit, he was out but he would miss not one beat before he finished speaking his profanity he changed his mask to a smiling face a happy working man just short of a little change between the ten-second plan and the other five seconds spent asking the mother of two if he could have money for food, his kingdom of pleasure vanished forever never rebuilt never remembered