Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Ha, I'm gonna lose my mind. Where am I supposed to go down this street tree path? Just walk, for what? Compression coming from pain. impersonating a hool into a danger zone as a life form. The bruises depressed by the self-despising minds travel with roadbanks to the land of Yellow Springs.

"Look, Mr. Maricana, stop looking at me like that"

"Marikana, it's been a great day."

Encouraging left-right humans. But I get sick of it. Me. Tough as they are, or if they are tough...... My leg stops. I have to walk. I'd be even more upset if I didn't.