May 14, 2007

If I could only find the words to say


Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
You're in my heart
You're above my bed


You're every part
of every thought
That fills my head
You're the man that's on my mind
You're so pretty
Oh well whatever, nevermind.
I hope you liked my ditty.



Can't get enough of you...enough of you
I just wanna say that I love you, I love you

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

ah yes! kurt is such a hottius.

Teeny said...

Oh I love you too!!

But uhhh...do I know you from somewhere? Whats your name? ( like real one...not skunk :P )

Skunk said...

I don't think you know me. My name is Mariea. I saw you on Hi5 and decided you were cool. And then I came across your blog and decided you were funny and hot.

MaryJane said...

you talk like an indian

Skunk said...

Mary Jane, I am highly offended!

Anonymous said...

Hey hey hey .. what kind of indian? If you mean an American Indian then you can just stop right now because AI's are very cool and not to be dissed. Amen?

Skunk said...

yeah yeah yeah... American Indians are cool, if they are anything like Johnny Depp, of course.

Amanda Rudow said...

*gasp*

Share the love, woman.
You never were good with subtlety.

Oh, and I love you too.

Skunk said...

Indeed I wasn't ever good with subtlety. Never saw the need for it. And Kurt Cobain is a bit too much of a man not to love.

Anonymous said...

Oh so you like Kurt Cocaine?? Another big drug-brain. I always knew your tastes were fucked up.