Constance From Connecticut

Constance from Connecticut showed me more than a few things, a Summer spent thinking it over and cursing your bad luck oh Constance why won't you just show me everything? Tempted and impatient with waiting. Waiting for fucking ever, waiting for a sign, waiting until the eager east coast daughter led me like a lamb to the slaughter. 

Constance constantly creating chaos.

 What is it about a dick that drives you so crazy? Why am I so scared to show you mine? Every time you throw your pale arms around me I feel a shift in my insides. Once I reach inside of you... back from the present to make the decisions right well...

My heart shifts two inches to the right... blood everywhere... what a fucking disaster, Constance.