Bloody taste in her mouth

Ye - its frigging 8:30 pm and iggys never doing it again and really not one for apologies but what makes it malicious is that iggy doesnt get one in the first place. The 6:30 start of the day saw her wanting to blog on the lungs; how shes getting the bloody taste in her mouth all over again like 2 years back in the freaky TB phase. The TB phase was alright cept after medication and sunset yellow urine. You know when all the shits gone, the highstink remains that right now iggy associates with statistic bimbettes - elle mcphaprh or kournix or whoever ur predictable speciality is- who live to catch and get all the glow- o frigging glow blow. Something's got to make just to all sometime. Think Iggy's going to positively ruin the sister's marriage. She loves the love and the stellar, positively FUCKING cosmic singularity she enjoys so very much like the paltry dick of your featherstuffed head. But in the f.a, you're too devious to figure out at once and you know at the end what matters at all is: you get the skin, the kick and seven black pits. the bleeding spleen straddling the drain grate you saw on mossie mossie street? - thats not a chicken's or an eid goat's - its all yours dicky. all yours.