Iktome Plains ken without a barbie

I hang out here by the ocean. She shrugged and looked flippantly to the water. From some place far away if you're talking origins. Her monotone dragged and she looked back to him. Self-deprecation is my defense mechanism. You can honestly go, if you want. You wouldn't be the first to leave me on account of my looks. How deadly serious she sounded! But then, when spoken so blandly, one would never know if it was a joke or if this was truly the life she led. Wednesday was just a miserable wretch, all in all. It was the truth. Hardly any stuck around her because she was just so damn hideous. That was her belief—really, it was the fact that she was all but diagnosed insane, and the switch flipped at any time. It seemed steady in place, for now.