All she wants is my Broccoli

After a long day of playing Madame and potty training two puppies and endless fighting with  your suppose loved interests. A girl need to relax and calm down and what’s a better place to do it at is the club Love Hotel. It’s her favorite hangout spot and where she met most of her special interests.

Before she even goes in. She is approached by a familiar person whom she shared many encounters with and a home. Unphased by the approached she lights up her blunt and leans against the railing. The slinky feline mix species  takes liberties with the zoantrope and wraps her limbs around her curvy frame. Syn blows her smoke in Imzadi’s face and she frowns up some before staring down at her. A silent exchange between them proceeds and they both know what’s going to transpire into the evening later.

Should Syn now tell Imz that she adopted two new puppies or wait till they get home? Hmm….

All she wants is my Broccoli

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Hold the S ’cause I am an aint

“You wanted perfect”
“You got your perfect”
“But now I’m too perfect for someone like you ”
“I was a dandy in your ghetto with”
“A snow white smile and you’ll”
“Never be as perfect whatever you do”
“What’s my name, what’s my name?”
“Hold the S because I am an ain’t”
“What’s my name, what’s my name?”
“Hold the S because I am an ain’t”

Hold the S 'cause I am an aint

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Different to me

“Screamin’ til we overdose”

“I almost did the other day”

“You can’t handle what you’re seein'”

“Baby, you should look away” 

“I was layin’ in the kitchen”

“Shit, i didn’t even Pray” 

“Smile all on my face” 

“This the shit that I embrace” 

Different to me

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Purple or rags

“There is no dignity in wickedness, whether in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals.”Herman Melville 

 

Purple or Rags

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Amy’s in the attic

“What if Amy wasn’t dead living in the box.”

“Banging on the walls, rattling the locks.”

“Feeding on the roaches, rodents and filth,”

“And when there’s nothing left, she feeds off herself.”

“Why do I think of Amy in this way?”

“She was once a lovely girl running out to play.”

“Maybe it’s all a dream insane fanatic.”

“Maybe there’s no Amy in the attic after all!”

Amy's in the Attic

 

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