nonsense codons

The tide comes in and my moon wanders only loving you for a fortnight, only hating you for a forthright dehydrated from the holy water, drowned from the salt water he's always going to be the best ecstasy sand all etched with warning signs... 1,2,3 UGA, UAA, UAG

Now I have a symptom I've had in my body all week him and i, never sending doves back to each other anymore all his lying sounds like abracadabra to my ears you make me feel like an antibiotic after he infected my whole body take you like a popper, keep you like alkyl nitrite

stranger danger! I don't know that man rage bait for me baby manosphere's foot soldier Mr. worldwide with all those ALLEGATIONS twinkle twinkle little star what a little bitch you are how I wonder who they are quiet on set please! tale of lies you weave into spiderwebs about me justifying behind the camera that they're mature for their age think you're serving cunt, making them all shrivel up the women after me, cranking it to my scriptures using vernacular to coerce women, I

Always tangled up on your street then why is your friend always the one running out after me? decade my age, how much longer can you play the victim better get that colonoscopy thought we were past Ms. MAGA lip filler TERF than WHOSE BODY WASH IS THAT? pastel on a keto diet left her belongings I leave a lipstick and it goes into the white trash Ms. church girl cries that the gays get more attention than her ironic he stepped out on her with the worst gay in america you really

...I'm always the cigarette you stomp out at the end of the night...

lose em how you got em! eating carrots naked on his bed as i follow the white rabbit homie hopped and now I'm at the easter egg hunt with the wrong one you won't take her out of your locket while I'm just the girl you stow away in your pocket

I want a tragedy with your cherry lips drop those boys for I'd be a better husband than them look under the scope and we'd make prettier colors than you and him your clothes might be on his floor but my eyes are in your head keep showing up at my gas station hoping I get into your car those boy toys won't touch you like I do... BAITER! You only want the cherry chapstick when you're intoxicated guess I'll be hearing from you this weekend

Begged me to not ever write about you sorry but the inbox of my head is flooded this little Shakespearean play has got you all scribbled out she left those valley girl glasses on the desk that's when this became a play he only loves women when they're pretty little ideas he can fit into his head maybe that's why her and the used condoms are both in the white trash bin...your pet name for her when you stepped out on her wifey with the bubblegum vape on your tongue so go call B