This is what I want, even if I don't know why I want it.
Or should I say who?

I'm a good girl, baby;
but who says I have to play nice?

The bigness of the issue is a bit eclipsed by the triteness of the sentiment.
Who needs forever?
I've got a feeling
like summer is here.

hey pretty
don't you wanna take a ride with me?

We all know how this will end. A broken heart on the sidewalk

ants gorging themselves on the refuse

hey pretty, don't you want to kick and slide\through my world?

So this is for you, Pretty Friend

from me, the Desperate Sinner,

(too bad dark languages rarely survive)

It better be the best goddamn fruit you've tasted.

Daydreamishly.