Kelly the Cockblock: A Novel
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con los terroristas …………………………………………………………….. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… …………………….. and do the kelly shake *begins violently drinking tea*
imagine how is touch the kelly
kelly has five letters…there are five members in one direction…
wake up america
Well thank you, and I can assure you I am not Kelly
Unfortunately, I don’t. Although, I would like to believe that Kelly radiates a smell of newly polished wood, tempered by the scent of a weathered, well-loved, book.
No, really. What is her shoe size.
If we were all Kelly, what would life become?
An endless circle of soft music perhaps, the notes of each tune strung up in the sky and hanging from the stars.
I think that, maybe, Kelly has more to offer than she is letting on. Maybe she has already created her circle of musical stars.
Whoever runs this blog is on some serious shit. That or it’s Colleen.
That, or the words in their head are more complex and scrambled than the words in yours. Everyone must write differently Kelly, or else there will be no books to buy or poems to inspire.
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