Daily Values

I got so close-it could've been a disaster...

Why do the people keep looking at me? I'm concerned..

You've fallen to the ground; you need me to help you? Or can you manage on your own??

It’s splattered everywhere, but I love it.

Your pit is hard--very hard. But your flesh is so soft, very delicious...

But sometimes you go bad.

I gave you my leftovers, to be kind. I am me, being me...

The music is relaxing, the chore is cumbersome... when will it end?!

I’m determined to see you once more... not because of your appearance, but because i enjoy your presence. You give off this feeling, it’s radiating like the sun--but it's not harmful.

What am I to do? I give you what you need, yet you still fail... I’ll rip out your roots and replace you...

I look in the reflection-I do not see myself, I see, a glow-but with dark colors.

There are spots--they are signs of maturity. One will go and three will grow.

I love my hair today--it looks good.

Let’s take a walk, during the "cool" weather.

A storm is coming--I hope it's a big one. I love to feel the power of something.

I can feel a part of you dripping on my chest. It kind of tickles.

The hairs on my stomach are nice-in-a sense. It shows something... not maturity or masculinity--but something.

I like it hard and fast, it sounds emotional when the violin is played.

The brightness of this white scrub bothers my eyes...

You’re so warm, I’m so cold. I really do need you...

Your lips are sensational! The softness and taste.

I want you "inside" of me-not sexually.

You still are the best muffin--the 'top' shelf.