If you ask me where I'm from, I get all confused and irritated. I finally thought of a location that will let you create assumptions that I'm comfortable with...............
Published on February 27, 2005 By propagandhi In Philosophy
What's Wrong With You?- The adorable boy says as he responds to the 200th compliment of the day.
What's Wrong with me is that you're cute, you're almost perfect.
What's Wrong with me is that there is almost nothing wrong with you.

So You're a fucking Bisexual...... that's gonna be tough.
But its not like we're gonna last forever anyways.
Just hold me and tell me good things about me over and over again.
Lets play emotional see saw like children in the park.
Lets never play so hard that we hurt each other.

Let me bite your tight ass over and over again.
Tell me how you like it every time I bite you.
Tell me how beautiful you are simply by looking at me.
Make love to me over and over again.

God I never knew love was supposed to feel this way.
I never knew cute soldiers had nice hearts.
I never knew that someone could really be non-racist.
You're new to all this, you tell me.

I'm the oldest man you ever slept with. Phew, that's a fucking trip man.
God I feel so fucking old.
But that time on the rock was so cute,
and you where so perfect.
You're not as careless as I'd like you to be.
But your'e cute.

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