how our brain translates...
waiting long enough for me to pop up. how far is up when every direction is down. cracking bones to echo no sanity. fame is knowing who controls what flows.... inner circle is the most hot. pretend you smile every channel still... is felt... without watching,.. whos direction. perfect location, to pretend you know every situation... conclusion.. such hatred... to know my end. remind me how bad i am... fame is deaf :peepwall::alien8::hide::slap::yess8::yes2::alien3 2::tank::hippy::bow::fartinface::alienabduct::drun k2::scratchhead2::squashsm::...
Published By: Alien UFOs - Saturday, 16 June, 2012


