To prove it they rip off their clothes as the plane plummets towards the ground. But you can tell by their lips and perky strawberry nipples that a miracle is at hand and soon you will be up there cutting through terrorists and planting orange flavoured kisses all over their bodies. TOP the man with the fork in his eye i want to kiss your tattoo trace the outline of its barbed wire with my tongue. I feel u in there sticky, brutal and permanent. The Gold Coast Is a triple S capital sun, surf, sex where dollars speak louder than prejudice.
Young people overdose in spurts, like bad karma ejaculating in streams of synthetic ecstasy.
Nobody really lives here. Everybody camps in their dreams until bankrupt and busted they head back south with their dreams between their legs. You've got to be brave to live in Paradise. Lots of people turn to Jesus. I turned to Val Morgan.