Too many choices, so itchy, the foot step another socks 6 years long another foot on hygenic, sayings the mouth eats the finger nail sand, on watching....Us Live Show.

You never had sex?

Or the mouthful kisses, of the longs hold breath....to your wine bills...Buffalo Wings, are frying deep food....your pimpo so near the faces, so that everyone looking so close, were not the skin color on those red neck spots....

Sex to you imagination were not to talk about it, its the foot suddenly itchy, to touch another foot on sock, you cannot dress like a girl swing the tennis....of the wind to see the underwear, that is light blue.

Intercourse, or the penetration to what you only imagine, to say skin touches the skins, kisses touching the eyes, ears, nose, mouths....that is mouthful, degree your mouth wash, dental floss you smelll, how lazy you become so conscious, you never make it any degree of the height, to tall guys looking down, how short shin bones, at those shoes looks like 80 years old women, leather humility running deep uncore.....value.

The core values of any commodity singing rythm on that sychronicity, its not the cleaning issues, its when the practical imagination on words, to how your feet not itchy their sex partner foot, itchy each other, its your own old socks from whichever pattens, you could just seeing the bare foot....touching white snow skins....to the baby milk skin, how the guys seeing your imperfection skin tones, you woke up every morning at the mirror, with your eyes, to say,...imagination you had, were your make-up box...powder fill up room, spreading the dirty of all that you look at it, how dirty you truly are.

Yet to send hell.