If You Fall Down Those

I Am Exhausted By Trying To Get Along With The Lord.

When Girls Walk Home We Put On Lippy And Makeup. We Chat. Sometimes We Pretend To Be Hunchbacks. But That Is It. Perfectly Normal Behavior.

Here Is Another Marvy Glimpse Into The Gothic Basement That I Call My Mind.

Out On The Moors, The Lonely Moors, I Roll Around In Sheep Poo. Heathcliff, It's Youuuuu, I Hate You, I Love You Tooooo. Let Me In, I'm Here, It's Meeeee, Catheeeeeeee. Look Out Of Your Windooooow.

I Could Have Quite Literally Snogged Until The Cows Came Home. And When They Came Home I Would Have Shouted, "what Have You Cows Come Home For? Can't You See I'm Snogging, You Stupid Herbivores???