Wah, trial subscriptionAye, a free devart trial subscription - but only for one week T__T
If a Lion Could SpeakThe world churns this body, has been my whitish ipecac, like a big tongue in the gut, has made me hurtle words.If a Lion Could Speak
I’m a refinery, a plant that shits beauty. I’m tired and frightened, that is depression, I’ve said it before. Nothing is everything is love, and no great love for the man inventing.
Touch me off, go back to the aether, monkey fist, half-hitch, noose. Love is a sandpaper, it smooths corners, it bevels edges, it makes dust of us,
finally we go back to the wind. Every ribcage is a ladder with rungs of bone.
The Manor
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Pieni ja hento ote ihmisestä kiinni
Aivan sama tunne kuin koskettava tuuli
Pieni ja hento ote - siinä kaikki ~
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Can you keep a secret ? --
hahah. okay. old joke. yeep. it's me. hurr!
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Sex with plastic dinosaurs is wrong. No matter
WHAT your friends tell you.
^_^
~moi*
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The shadow of your soul...
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Urbanisation is hell on earth...
Lets dream of a greener future.
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Beware of GOD.
btw...thanx for stoping by my gallery
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**~Turn Your Sadness Into Kindness
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