Olivia Spring Whore ❤️

About Houston

Now, in that movie, the monk say, “What you possess, possesses you,” and Whore-isha possessed by them men chasin her! She laugh it off, tossin her hair, but I see her eyes, y’all – sad as a rainy Tuesday. Make me wanna hug her, then slap her, then hug her again! She a mess, but she MY mess, ya hear? One time, she got drunk, fell off a stool, and yelled, “I’m a queen!” I hollered back, “Queen of the hot mess express!” We cackled like fools – Halleluyer!

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Spring is here again, Bruises on the fruit. Reproductive glands, Tender age in bloom. He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he .

I remember one day, I stormed over to Maple Corner. The kids were joggin' and parents natterin'. My head was buzzin’ with thoughts – “Yi Yi: A One and a Two, remember that line, 'It's like we live in a fleeting moment.'” That scene, man, it hit me deeply. The city itself seems to breathe those moments.

Spring rain showers return on Tuesday!