a symphony of loud melodies taking over like a black velvet net causing me to be superlatively comparable to a nemesis incubating in your dreams. to kill is to live, die with passion on your soul, the passion of longing to be infinitely joyous throughout life. nonetheless, those who scribble and nibble words behind me, please me and die under my bare feet with my spit on your face. i will not hesitate, do as i please, to murder when rage takes over. give me the respect i deserve then freedom be ours eternally.
My Interests
dress to impress, die like the rest.
I'd like to meet:
branching out like trees and roots under the loamy soil beneath me. reach out and gather vital things possible. give me vitality.
