<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://draft.blogger.com/navbar/3854361?origin\x3dhttps://coml.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script> p

p
jonas whitney adam kara driskill audra

 
the wind wispers into my ear, screaming obscenities full of anger, shouting for a reason beyond my knowledge. somewhere deep in the cerebrum lies a quiver of annoyance that i cant seem to trace. it seems that something is pecking at me, and i need a confrentation.


::: posted by Eddie at 7:53 PM


 
come out my love
can only mediate lonelyness
cowardly on my life
can only mean lies
cinderblocks on mister laird
center or moderate lust
concentrait on making life
canopy over many lovers
can only miss leigh


 ::: posted by Eddie at 1:15 AM


Powered by Blogger