Like a tangerine on steroids, I am all over.
I am building my brand. The 'Chris East' brand. I need some merchandise.
Here is a poem
Father of the BrideI am scared of your dad
He laughed as
He threatened to kill me in my sleep
In your sleep
I told him 'fuck off'
With his hand on my shoulder
And mouth against my ear
He said quietly
'I want to make love to you'
4 comments:
ewwww and also ooOoohh
That should be a sticker.
Turn youself into a myth.
Feel the power as your hands swell.
Chris. There is a big awful man in the office today with a big terrible voice. He isn't usually here and I hate him and his voice. 'What can i do?' i thought. BRAINWAVE!!! i can listen to Chris! I am listening to Chris! At work!!!!!
scary scary poem
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