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Sunday, January 30, 2011

i just smile at the thought of the space im eating up as i type ... i love to be reminded of the cross street in Japan where we all crosssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
(cross ur fingers, u perv)

om so over it.



OHMMMMMM....


hahahahhahahahahahah




ominotapiaaa



stupidia



and a halff aaaaaaaa.... and on and on and onnnnnnnnn


aerial circus maximus... ppl r not as flexible as life allows... they keep themselves ina box... for whatever reason... an i ask the same shit... that same shit ur askin... ur such a victim//// i like playing the victim too at times... i also think a respirator is funny... and shots r shots,,,, they shoot me up w so e shit that i will never say never and black swan UR MOM! myyyyyyyyyyyyyy mom is a ROSE. get over it.

get over


doves flying to ur left, my right....


ur not a black swan bc they just dont exist... they simply dpnt exist.


i was mad but now im not... a lot of things will melt and disintegrate and become inviisible..... r U sure?




UR A





NOT ALLOWED.









SORRY
















TAMBO.

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