Now Alfred, no fooling with Miss Rella
You don’t want to end up like a peasant tree...
A scuffle of hooves thundered up the path
t'was Sinderella from the Shire of Bath...
This is a thing that I can't have
The delicacy for those eternal hosts...
I knew it was going to go wrong,
I knew if I indulged I would suffer...
Shall I carry thee to the car to sit?
Thou art heavy and thou weigh mine wrists down...
Have you ever
drunk happiness...
On a mission, to lose weight
but my will is weak indeed...
I stopped moving
my hands were held up...
Piranha like pains spread
Inside like hard rain...
lapping your lower lip brings
overwhelming joy to me...
I can't write in colour here
But you'll know what I mean...
I admit it I did it I stilled her
I picked up my axe and I killed her...