Curtis is mean. You see? SEE? NOW you see why I had to obey him! He is ruthless.
What do I do when my love is away? Does it worry you to be alone? How do I feel by the end of the day? Are you sad because you're on your own?
Never you mind!
I hope Master Curtis will be pleased. I hope Saliva posts here, in these usernotes, at 5:30 today. Otherwise Curtis is going to have me for mincemeat.
There, there. It'll all be alright in the morning.
Would you say it was a Hendrix flashback or more a jaunty jingle?
He was forced there, or so I've heard.
When I was little I thought a whorehouse was a flophouse.
What is to be done?
Saliva.
