Please don't set me free Death means a lot me
I shot a vein in my neck and coughed up a quaalude.
They tied his arms behind his back to teach him how to swim, they put blood in his coffee and milk in his gin.
This violent rage that turned inward cannot be helped by drink.
I dreamed that I was young and smart, and it was not a waste. I dreamed that there was a point of life, and to the human race.
She never ever lost her head even when she was giving head.