Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
I’ve felt the thought of the tomorrow I believed would never come
I’m packing my fears, arming my anxiety, and letting paranoia speak
I’m locking my doors
I’ve got my pierced cock, beer and gun in hand
let the mutants come I say
I’ll greet them, fuck them, and send them off to their angels with a smile from my hidden beak.
I’m packing my fears, arming my anxiety, and letting paranoia speak
I’m locking my doors
I’ve got my pierced cock, beer and gun in hand
let the mutants come I say
I’ll greet them, fuck them, and send them off to their angels with a smile from my hidden beak.
this actually was the ending to another piece. It didn't really work there. i kept comming back to, but coudn't add anything so I just left it alone.
