longin for the blood of another blood w applesauce, pudding, or regular ice cream how about some jamba huice, or cold stones?
the blood is at room temp waiting to be savored i long and lust my hearts beats i fail to see the point critsicsm becomes complaints my loyalities leave the church my marriage fails,
the kids are gone forever how is she manganing without me i wonder i trust she is well the children are healthy but i am going to die without them my characteristics changed and so did she she threw me out if i wouldn't change but to the past conformist so here i am in the shadow of a sleck hollywood club killing to drink blood is my ostis and nourishment smeels like rich dark chocoloate on a late night blood is my everlasting union with this world i failed you