Such was this
Oh was that
Find me tits
I love tats
Show me piercings
Tickle my fancies
All of my checkboxes
And colour my hair.
Don't forget carnations
Roses can be spared
Lilies are hard done by
When the market isn't near.
Can we go to dance
And could we sleep til noon
Follow my heart slowly
And we will marry soon.
About Me
- Leila Rousseau
- Constant complainer, effervescent explainer, road rager, mostly moody, joke laugher, make believer, neverender, air breather and happy if you allow me. This is the incomplete scrapbook of Leila Rousseau's modernly artistic scrapings. Nothing is clear and nothing is really here. We can't all be inspired, and we can't all be interested. Be humble to knowledge, as it will always be greater and more fierce than ego and explanation. Everything here is my own, but I wonder whose I am. So I could pass on the credit, when I might make someone giggle, a little.
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