You must not know 'bout me You must not know 'bout me I can have another you by tomorrow So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin' You're irreplaceable.
say 'no' to partyin on wed and friday please.
10:25 AM
eloera jesusa woon.
she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight , with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //
the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.