"To wax or not to wax?" Romeo threw a question into the air.
Or more likely towards the Magic Mirror, but because this is not a story of Grimm Bros, let's stay Shakespearean. Gosh, if William knew what Romeo and Juliet were up to, he would turn in his grave. Ok, ok. Not exactly like turn or turn on, but take a very deep breath maybe. From pleasure.
Romeo was in trouble. He didn't know whether to wax his chest or not. Juliet had said Romeo was yummy/hottie/sexyashell/cutie/delicious/eadible/handsome/nicetotouch (You wanna hear more? Go visit romeo.orgy) in all ways. With hair or without. He did have a plan to cut his hair, but chest hair? C'mon, too difficult for him to decide.
Let us linger. And pray. Sing Hallelujah! This was supposed to become a song of Nightmares on Wax, but seems the lyricist has got carried away.
Sigh.
hey lovelies. welcome to my heavenly cheezzi and sensual pastel world. i am pauliina, finnish chick, who has made all of these artworks and writings on here. i am into nu disco and house vibes. if i had a discothèque i would name it dis. my scale in operating goes from being a total psychic crybaby to being the most questionnable stand-up comedienne in the hoods. oh yes, i sometimes foresee things in my dreams. thx for stopping by, have a fabulous day! kiss kiss.
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