Antipassenger
by Hymn
Accidental pitstop double breeds ovation freaks as we put it to good use the bartender would be sure. After a head knocking beetles watch preening as our picnic be wonderin what all the dying is about and whether random acts dispel fear. Just living unsure of plans for the future makes worthy whether or not we cum. Who were the eleven? Why are there only the hypothetical two and their creepy cousins to speak of a moment waiving, offering? Warm cheese crumbs are a nice tip while sitting in the grass and amongst others appreciateding. Who'd the next antipassenger keen on acceptance if not sharing lovst? And wouldn't ya know.