Never Ending Bullshit 5/4/2006

See you later, leaving a bitter, sweet taste, bitter being the potential disgrace. You need to get out of this place, this place possibly being my head. Bleeding instead, from its flowing meat, we’re risking the IF of a physical beat. Are you keeping up or would you like me to rewind? Shall we continue this entwine or end this mix of sour cake batter? Battle the blender to make it better; don’t you see this girls mind is running, are you going get her? Transform into a jack setter, because that’s all this bitch needs to complete this letter.