kweek algemene drome ?n dosis pynverdowers op die ou einde van die dag is dit seker maar al wat jou gelukkig maak en oor en oor ?n monoloog in stereo
Goedkoop kitssatisfaksie volgraan fase 4 mezzanine messias van die woonbuurt ek is baie bly om jou te sien opsoek na bewyse dat ek lewe laatnag plesier
Onskuld is ?n vrug ?n droe metafoor vir ouer raak ek stap versigtig met ?n blinddoek op dis baie mooi as twee jong mense soen begeerte is ?n spieelbeeld
?N oomblik is die wereld werd maar net die eerste een ?n dier bly ?n dier gaan slaap as jy sal beter raak as jy aan die slaap kan raak ?n dier bly ?
Net die skoon word vermoor net die sag kry seer net die jonk glo soos wat net die jonk van hart kan glo elke jaar gaan vinniger verby daar is geen
Skepe van eensaamheid sink verdrink die dae van die week die warm smart wat somer bring sing kriewelend, spasties, kruipend ek is honger en my klere
the stage It's my SNL monologue La la, La la la la la This is my SNL monologue La la, La la la la la That was my SNL monologue
You know, you know sometimes, sometimes people say to me, "Rose, when's the first time you ever heard the blues?" And u know what i tell 'em? "The day
It's very good to be home... It feels real good to be home... And, and, uh, and you're my family... Thank you for coming... I, uh, I didn't mean... I
Favor, no se molesten, que pronto me estoy yendo; no vine a perturbarles y menos a ofenderlos. Vi luz en las ventanas y oi voces cantando y, sin
the two way monologues that speak your mind We're talking two way monologues with words that rhyme Start the two way monologues that speak your mind We're talking two way monologues
it's almost three a.m. and I should be asleep but instead I lie awake in = my room and my head still hurts from the night before last my only = solace
I want to be a spiritual person. I want to have a code of ethics. I want to have morals to live by, Fire to light the accord of my life. Take a break
Kissing a strange hand my city-like street lamps fade On the edge of an answer your way lust beginnings are made Lover forgive me, my guilt is my only
Hang over me the drape Of superfluous Horror Aside Nocturnal trapping Wallow in my Art Crying and dying My sexual ecstasy The crimson stream That flows
New insights feed my pain Which way to go this day Now I know there is another way This place is killing me And through I must be leaving It seems to
[PART 1] [Sweet Lavender] Sense the purity of your own mind child such an innocence not yet caught by judging eyes don't touch me little seed 'cause
