Now that I think about it.
Oh c'mon stop, quit it
you didn't really think that I’d leave it like that did it
did you
would you
could you even be the person you are unless you saw it to see it then spit it from the mind hittin it, never quit it…
Break it open to the things from their fear that they fear
not a bow and arrow, metal sword or a spear,
but a person of consciousness strong as a fortress without their brand of fear.
One
two
to
three and three thirty-three anxiety ridden inner hidden knowledge forbidden who were they kiddin’ what did they expect us to see?
To roll over believing and bleedin’ so damned easily?
Controlled by controlling upholding smoke smoldering illusion of a control keeping them busy to then see that what’s seen is never seen by anything other than a subjective reality?
To be
conceived
by one and the other supposED brother same being believed,
but never freeing from the mind’s illusion foreseen by those in power to keep power not to teach what they’ve seen?
This can be taught by the student and learned by the most learnED master of any degree
Neophyte,
Acolyte,
Inceptor, Psi-Trooper, Psychonaut , Veteran , Mystagogue, Thaumaturge, Archimage, Demiurge and one more that's unseen.
Quick click from a barrel explode
could be the way for some that feel that they are then owed,
but this is the source of the problem. Not to forsake them but my wish is for their life to break them of the feelings obscure,
that “this and that could be if only obtained attained; sustained
then that and this could would then be the cureâ€.
Leaving nothing but something of elevated knowing soul growing to be that of which they are to be one to see the colors for colors and meanings in meanings confusing yet calming I’m sure.
That one could be if they choose to be and in the choosing they are to be free from stagnation imagination into life an impregnation of ease of knowing allowing the self to then start growing in a way that obeys only the flow of it’s own perfect way.
In circles we’ll go ‘till the pendulum then throws a bolt or a screw a major piece or a few. Falling down bringing in bounds no one side to another to middle to rest or another to distress.
Dichotomies juxtaposed one to another only shows Differences
no grander possibilities just instances in a linear fashion
No real growth making happy supposed secretive factions.
Let the self that walks teach the self that flocks to higher meanings
soul teachings,
that find true to the self:
Lending insight to sight of what is supposed to be.
Let us see,
let us be,
be in too close,
So close that feelings shed allowing one to spread knowledge in beds of gardens to sow throwing sown seeds of offspring fruit of being to the skies freeing meanings of incestuous thinking; thoughts spinning feeding off one and the other a father and a brother keeping them narrow then broadening to parallel paths of which sisters mother themselves.
It is then that with this feeling,
one can be whole in being,
not looking outward for answers with promise of freeing,
but inward with knowledge from their own pursuits and seeking;
hearing their own voice speaking truths of their own power foreseeing
they in a place where they feel not displaced
but true in their own perfect space…
…of being
One from none and in turn, the sum,
our thoughts, our mind in which they are spawn,
is there really any credibility in something to look upon?
To look out and see,
or to be in and be-
What is the satisfaction in the holding of an image?
for no matter where the image does come,
it is in your mind that it is truly from.
Touch the reflection's two dimensions,
feel the emotion's revelations,
speak to me in my mind,
to the tune of the secrets i shall find!
"Once you look out,
it is you that is your mind
if to look in, what is it you hope to find?"
"Oh child walk among men,
see what you will to not be them,
and when seeking is at searches end,
it is your body that will no longer mend."
I shall reach up- not out,
I shall lay across- not down,
to bridge the gap in my perception,
to realize the meaning of my conception.
I am here to learn, reach, search grow.
I will bare my mind, thoughts, spirit, soul-
with out fear,
no hesitation,
and i do not need an image, for any validation!
I am here because i believe it to be,
and in my believing,
is where i begin to see.
and in my hopes,
I shall shine-
and in my dreams,
I shall fly-
and when this journeys's over
this vessel will die-,
and even then
just an image in my mind.
We All Come Down To The Freaky-Fucken Nova,
Hoping To Scratch Just A Bit Of The Wisdom.
Oh When We Find That Our Freaky-Fucken Nova,
Is Nothing More Than Our Grasping At The Wisdom.
Turn Inside Out
Let Go Of Old Perceptions
Tune This World Out
Other Paths Wait Out There For Us
We All Get Tired Of The Hiding Of Our Freedom,
Wiggling Around To The Beat Of The Masking.
Oh When We Find That One Truth Of Our Freedom,
Has Always Ben Waiting For Whom Does The Asking.
Open Yourself Up
Perceptions Thrown Right On Out
Sip From Your Cup
So Much More Is Out There For You
Upside-down And Inside-Out!
Self Preserving Realms Of Reality
Upside-down And Inside-Out!
Dark Passages Bare No Casualty
Turn It
Upside-down And Inside-Out!
Turn It
Upside-down And Inside-Out!
Open Yourself Up
Let Go Of Old Perceptions
Sip From Your Cup
All The Answers Found Within You
So wicked are some ways,
that with not money, thy soul pays.
So crucial may come,
these come to pass,
as the flag raises from half mast.
From naivety into pravity,
one's soul learns,
and with learned length at end,
it is with the spirit one may choose to mend.
Oh but thy journey is not over,
thou path no quelling bend,
For it is always the soulful,
learned path shall come no end.
Where is it, I cannot see it, I feel it, I sense it, underlying current, asurge quieted by confusion, excuses, disclaimers. When we come thru from outour senses, our current vibration, why and how has it ever been believed to bebeneficial to have this dirty windshield thru which emotion clouds, survivalinstincts scatter emotions that inhibit the survival of the creative, survivalof the intuitive, the survival of the whole. Keeping us in a state to where weneed them, these so called tools of survival, they have been keeping holdjealously, fearing the end of their symbiotic crippling, keeping us from beingfree, fighting against what is hoped to be the inevitable next step inevolution. It will be a fight, not against the outside dangers to this tribe,but a fight, a struggle to break from our own creatures within. We will haveoutgrown the need for those primal chains keeping us pitted against, if we canjust choose to see, what has brought us here, is keeping us from going there,we will have outgrown the need.
i used to know these things
some had beginnings
but most were just feelings
teachings
thoughts that if i had them they would open ideas and more thoughts to birth greater thoughts of grander ideas
all separated now
and yet some how
all together a whole
small and
unclean
i see this while feeling the most empty of things
beginnings and
endings
anything in the middle has everything to do with what we call life
the substance of which we feed on to have our egos spawn
writhing and dancing and crying while smiling and feeling and dyeing while inspiring to be something with substance and meaning a being with just the right amount of feeling not too much or our chest we will clutch heart seizing while the soul is freeing itself from this being to start again within the sin bound to the blood from which we are found gasping a breath from a new found fear of death crying and biding our time till we're hiding from everything and every one outside just keep hiding inside just keep hiding
ideas
notions
solutions
audible potions
problems with answers and teachings and meanings
will we grasp this while we are just humans being
but until then i wish you all the loveliness from me a guest to this thing we call life but which is only defined by our rite to have our individual site of where we stand and where we see from as to the vision we succumb while so numb to these things we witness so random and one believes that their life is of these moments built up while drinking from the cup and so drunk from the luck of being here while dumb struck that the hear and the now should explode and some how become what we will it while we will believe that what we build can be unbuilt and in turn rebuilt even if so difficult as to not have the will to do what we will in a time where we can so easily see that the will is needed to be alive so that the we can survive
and that's all while the motherfuckers also see that we will just believe that this thing is to be that of which we will see and nothing more than that which is here and that which is there and to be nothing more than what we will see two feet in a circle in front of you and in back of me with only two eyes here, we wont learn to spite them, we'll march in a line there, well i say just fuck that, would like to say fuck 'them', but 'them' is a concept that this is all preset and takes away all of the things like a belief in a choice and a responsibility and a voice
but if you would please can some come with me
to believe that we are that of which that can see
and in that we should believe that this thing is of we and that is of the you and is of the me which has left us to be while WE see those things and can see that there is something in this thing we call life and not to just be so concise while we're dealing with our 'own' individual strife to conceive all the things that makes the you apart from me and the we that is so believed to be that of these things in this place that we call to in the vastness of space as we plead our own case trying to be what we see and to then separate in order to be one from a consciousness not a sum of a whole while lying to ourselves that the we is an i and not of the greatest piece of the things that one could call none if we could all just come to see that this thing is not here to be so believed that it defines while not able to redefine and bend like our spines -flexible with each piece of 'fact' that we find yet strong to uphold the substance that can bind you to the me and the me to the we that can be from the trees and the bees and the birds and the herds of the sheep so comfortable while they sleep as we are all just ones but the ones in the sum no zeros that must succumb to a stagnant point of no thought that can be sold and then bought bringing about blows -he throws his hands up whats it all for
yes this life is random and the moments can tax some in ways that can feel isolating leaving men contemplating the end of this life so fleeting instead of just beating their head through the walls, a barrel over the falls of reason without treasonous thoughts of what has been taught to make their niche in this life that we've fought to fight knuckles bleeding while beating our own fists into our own heads -and all of that instead of stepping aside from the frustrating ties that are binding and open his eyes to ways that can lead to the damning of lies while opening doors to the light and a better way to then lead to better days
we are all of the one seeing these things to become greater than your own sum,
see these things and become greater than your own sum
see these things and become greater than your own sum
believe that these things are always and will be of the one thing that is to become the we from the me and the you that can see through the will
and always being of the one not on his knees but rising through the tops of the trees
as you are the one thing in that the vastness of this space
and belive that you are all of these things
as we are of the all and as we are all everything
we need not to be seeking any source outside of this self, that we all are a part of...
In the darkest depths of the night,
the angels of our dreams dance.
Hurrying along in their lazy left handed circles,
they hold the dreams that we hold dear.
"Fairies of the night, twirl your light around thee,
embrace the thoughts that Will become me;
the thoughts i wish to consume me."
I shall breath in the screaming windows stagnant cries,
I will learn from what those feelings bring to my eyes:
longing, waiting, Will soon give way to, choosing, striving.
Choose to strive; strive to make a choice,
the choice that has been looming over head,
soon to be in the waking instead of my bed.
I will not needlessly spin my gears, nor will I stop the flow.
For it is in our dreams that our fires glow.
-As birthed in our sleep, in my life it will live, burning bright.
"Fairies of the night, twirl your light around thee,
embrace the thoughts that Will become me;
the thoughts i wish to consume me."
Dance and embrace,
embrace the rhythms of our walking slumber,
sway to the movement of the mind,
once inside become and find,
wake and walk, walk and strive, ...breath.
Breath in the waking dreams of the other that is none other than myself.
"embrace the thoughts that Will become me;
the thoughts i wish to consume me.
Fairies of the night,
twirl your light around thee,
and i will embrace thee
as you become me".
-once of me again shall be !
take your place inside me.
"And I dance!"
we are all teachers and students,
we are all our own children,
Father your Thoughts, Mother your Ideas
let us nurture this tribe's children
hand in hand, begin again,
these thoughts our children run no end.
once to spawn twice to live thrice we give, to renew
to this end i call above, "Let This Begginning Mend"
They Are Coming to take me away.
You see them there,
Sitting in the corner
The darkened corner
There in the dark
The dark corner
They don’t think I know but oh I know
I see them there
There in their corner
They are waiting impatiently
The truth is they are scaring me
Sitting there with the teeth and the hands and the smile and the glad hands and the knowing
Knowing right where my soft spots are
Where the game moves further away from par
The mien becomes exploited in their meanest of ways
To have my weaknesses on display
They don’t think I know but oh I know
They are coming to take me away...
You see them there,
Standing in the corner
The darkened corner
There in the dark
The dark corner
They think I know and oh I do know
I see them there
There in their corner
They are swaying impatiently
Their truth is they scare me
Standing there with the eyes and the knowing and the seeing and the always knowing and the feeling
Feeling-out right where the hard spots are
Where it will take me if I am to go too far
The scene becomes exploited to their meanest of ways
To have my strengths open to prey
They do think I know and oh I do know,
They are coming to take me away...
I see you there,
Walking from the corner
The darkened corner
There from the dark
The dark corner
You think I know and oh I do know.
…You are coming to take me away.
you can try to stop it,
but it keeps comin'.
you can try to stop it now but now it keeps comin'
you can try to stop it,
but it keeps comin'.
you can try to stop it now but now it keeps comin'
you can try to stop it,
but it keeps comin'.
you can try to stop it now but now it keeps comin'
you can try to stop it,
but it keeps comin'.
you can try to stop it now but now it keeps comin'
you can try to stop it,
but it keeps comin'.
you can try to stop it now but now it keeps comin'
you can try to stop it,
but it keeps comin'.
you can try to stop it now but now it keeps comin'
You want an even dozen back?
Well here's seven more!
My Feelings are that of which I can't extract.
You want a dozen back?
well here's seven more.
My feelings are that of which i feel exact.
You want an even dozen back?
Well here's seven more!
My Feelings are that of which I can't extract.
You want a dozen back?
well here's seven more.
My feelings are that of which i feel exact.
You want an even dozen back?
Well here's seven more!
My Feelings are that of which I can't extract.
You want a dozen back?
well here's seven more.
My feelings are that of which i feel exact.
bring it back,
bring everything back.
bring back all the things you'ld like to see the most.
bring it back,
bring everything back.
bring back all the things you'ld like to see the most.
bring it back,
bring everything back.
bring back all the things you'ld like to see the most.
bring it back,
bring everything back.
bring back all the things you'ld like to see the most.
bring it back,
bring everything back.
bring back all the things you'ld like to see the most.
what do you know? what is screaming a subtle reminder -to reach within; to find her? all what you think is real is on top of the skin- try to peal it up and strip it down -what is it, can it be found? -what is it, can it be found
what is it you think you know, now that you have a voice -as it's heard, what is shown? are you defined, can you speak for your self, or is this a facade to be thrown down -thrown out; to be rapped around you while perched upon this thrown?
what do you hear? what is whispering in your ear, as you fall off into deep deep sleep? what is heard from the voices, do they speak? what is in your head as you walk a sleeping walk? talk to me, look into the mirror, scratch it away, no longer time to play, scratch it away- pray to not have to pray, play to do nothing but to play.
what is it, can it be found -what is it, can it be found. how is it, what is it, why is it that you think you can't feel? how is it, what is it, why is it that you think you can't feel?
want to lay down with wolves
for a long time now
want to wake with some flesh between my teeth
feel the warmth fall
down my throat
feel the live hunt
the taste
quiver shake death
fall free beside me
falling fee beside me
with the kill between my
the kill i am inside of
i kill to kill the kill
(i kill to kill the kill) x2
breath the kill
body
kill deep
with in the embers
the warmth
drips down
i feel alive in this
this death
this kill i will spill none
every everything
my soul sings to the dark it brings a glow
as the warmth it will flow
as the death it will fall
flow life flow
fall death fall
fall as death, as it flows into me
flow life flow
flow as life, fall in death, as it brings life
to me
Sustenance without prejudice
sometimes i see these things
in these scared bleeding beings
bumping around
in their lives so trying to avoid their real thoughts
thoughts of a bellow in their core a fear now
a fear of themselves it grows
darker -n- darker
it seems while hoping for a light
darker -n- darker
it seems there's no constant and no sight to be had
feeling the want to grab some stability
but insecurity -n- the void there with in
seems to start the madness over again
why do they feel they just can't win
ohhhhhwhoa-oh ohOH-whoa-oh
not trusting the depths of the self
just trusting the fear, oh the fear
in their eyes they truly believe
what they see they see so damned clear
they just seem to need to know how
just seem to need to know love
just need to know that right now
how to expand the above
why can they not let it go
why can they not let it go
let the energy flow
let the energy through and flow
all they need to know
everything is in them, to
let their being grow
but their being's slow to grow
relax while reaching out
relax while reaching with-in
they just need to begin
they just need to begin and then
let their energy flow
the flowing of this light is true
let your energy flow
the flowing of the sight is now
flow these things with out fear
a struggling dance to where they leave everything to chance
let it go and you'll know
we are of the light and light is of you
we are of the light
and the light is of you.....
i see these little things,
i see these little things so
i see these little things,
i see these little things so clear
see these little things,
i see these little things so
i see these little things,
i see these things so damned clear.
if they would just let go,
if they would just let it go
if they would just let go
if they would just now let go
in my soul a turn around
in my soul a turn around
in my soul a turn around
in my soul i feel it
in my soul a turn around
in my soul a turn around
in my soul a turn around
in my soul i feel it
i see these little things now
i see these little things so
i see these little things now
i see these little things so clear
oh-whoa-oh the spine it's tinglin'
with a tiny piece of memory,
a part of god now
oh-whoa-oh to share this feelin'
to be one with the light just transend
don't ask how
Standing within a fraction,
Remembering the whole.
Sinking while thinking of what could have been,
Weighs heavily on the soul.
Find comfort in the knowing,
That this is all part of growing.
Realize it is all in the posture.
Has something been taken away,
Or have you found what to nurture?
One must take these as opportunity,
to see.
To see with site beaming,
Within a light gleaming,
To appreciate the gifts,
Only physical reality shifts.
Know we are never with out blessings,
All and everything is every bit of one's teachings.
Only temporary are these beings
i found it
sitting there in the rocks
sitting waiting for me
glistening
glistening there in the cold icy water
i found it
sitting there
glistening in the rocks
waiting for me
waiting for somebody
feeling lonely from the person who dropped it there
waiting, sitting there in the cold icy water
I FOUND IT
sitting there waiting
waiting for me
waiting in that cold icy water
lying there in the rocks
in the rocks sitting there
waiting
waiting anticipating
I FOUND IT
how could you have left it there
why did you leave it
why did you leave it
why did you leave me here
why did you leave me sitting there
sitting there in the icy cold water
sitting there alive, in the rocks
glistening naked
why did you leave me there
why did you leave me there
why did you leave me
I FOUND ME
The One-Hundredth Monkey shall come
and your dichotomies shall be undone
for their webbed hold shall be un spun
leaving no meaning to highs of pendulum swung
receive
perceive
a conduit
no need to believe
the light is held in the center
to see no comparison no search for some better
nothing to judge the right from a wrong
just see and know the beauty of each gift and lesson
to the one no longer to feel but to be heard as sung
history shall see this as where critical mass has begone.
perfection is the steam
rising from the train
built on the sweat,
built on our pain
"thats the sound of the man, workin' on the chain, gang"
"thats the sound of the man, workin' on the chain, gang"
"thats the sound of the man, workin' on the chain, gang"
view this
and take it to your mind
tightened fists
fire in your mind
see this
and take it to youur mind
clenched fists
what will we let bind
hammering away
at the mindless spikes
complacent little ties
nothing they'll say
nor look up!
to see what is made
by the things that bind confine dictate and define
view this
and take it to your mind
tightened fists
fire in your mind
see this
and take it to youur mind
clenched fists
what will we let bind
tracks laid out in the dark
the paths that we embark
sweatest of nector
trampled under foot
forge the rails ahead
with bones of the dead
built on our sweat the pain these chains, 'No Guilt'
no guilt no guilt no...
selection and a choice
that pleagues us again
nice little threat
that gives us a voice
what will we do
to see our way through
what scares you the most
is what scares me too
images consume as they rotate,
to compensate, for the lack of the will to think.
everything's fed to us since birth
to say what is said, a bird on a perch.
mimic what they show,
you play your part,
bleeding from the mind,
where is there to start?
a feeling of imprisoned consciousness,
the mass' as they're herded can not know this.
can it be, that so few are not so limited as to see,
that every thing they've done has contributed to a sum?
we are not free,
the general primal need
to fish and to hunt and gather,
has been transformed by the machine
to clock in and put in they'd have you rather,
save up and decorate,
to borrow and trade and to prorate,
the life of another,
that life is our own.
to be so obtuse to what has been shown,
is equal to the death of a mind as it's blown-
right through,
right out,
a 45,
put it inside,
open wide,
no wider,
deeper inside,
no wider,
the burdens wont hide,
no wider,
it's just suicide,
no wider,
it's your death they've realized.
your death they have realized
corporatised your eyes
blinders feed the need to stabilize
we want it to be simple, we want to be spoon fed
it is this our own need that keeps us mezmerized,
as they use new twists on tired tricks,
to package neatly, subdue your will discretely,
"hey look at this, believe in it, after all it's shiny"
a mind is dead, almost as soon as it lives.
we speak of being asleep and how others are sheep,
yet we point, and laugh
like our perspective gives a rite
to judge and to graph
others for their unique site
as you have so un doubtfully-
contrived to provide and to bide by her side
they have killed all the will to not hide what's inside
;to bring just yourself, not a clone off the shelf
neatly priced oh so nice not to be by one's self
and we are told to-
conceive and to breathe, don't ask why just believe
all those things on TV, articles in magazines
;to buy all you see, just like them, want to be,
not alone sitting home gathering thoughts and dreaming dreams.
come and play,
don't stay away,
put this on,
look this way,
just come and play
messages discerned by a free mind,
can find a way to inspire to the soul
say something talk about the weather, tell me how we might be better, tell of things that will to be, just say something then tell me, anything.
i see these things with out words to describe them, and in them i see everything. my soul aches for something to say, just say it god damn you, spew! from your thoughts
i cannot do this alone, i cannot go thru this, i cannot, my will, will not. and when i am in the tunnel all silent and heart beating, it is this soothing grasp on this repeating past in my head (*missing lines) should i feel dead, i would feel something to be beaten instead what will happen ,if to live in silence to be left from brilliance, arrogance, no patience, none to speak, speak to me
yell from the trees, groan across the desert just murmur , the sickness of this communication and the deletion of pure thought to begotten from an emotion, i cannot; will not go through this. speak to me and
set
me
free
destroy me
Flog mE!!!
bog me down
I have given in..
crusefy what is to be me before i am to see
I have submitted to it's will
i do not want this burdon of site
of feeling the light
burn into what is so bright as to be my rite to be
I have lost all dignity!!
as i have searched so dilegently
with me
i cannot see
i feel empty
with out cause
with out substance
without a chance while i bitch and piss and moan, as to never be free
it is around me
but not in me
save me
or kill me
for i am week
meek
and
whithout majesty
kill me
never
free
I'm Calling
I'm Coming
I'm Hiding
I'm Scaring
I'm Sitting
I'm Telling
What Next You Will Do,
Walking
Biding
One
I Am You
Scratching And Teething
To You - On I Will Hold
Fist Full Of Your Throat
Sit Down I Am You
I Am The One Who Pushes You
I Am The One Who Darkens You
I Am The One You Can Not See
You Are The One Who Thrives On Me
Show You?
Tell You?
Infest You?
No Need To
I Made You?
You Blame Me?
Who Made Me?
I Only Showed You These Things
Because They're You
Can't You See?
Spill It All Out On To An Infinite Page
You Can't Deny It
This Book You Wrote Too
Show You?
Tell You?
Molest You?
No Need To
I Am The One Who Pushes You
I Am The One Who Darkens You
I Am The One You Can Not See
You Are The One Who Thrives On Me
Show You?
Infest You?
Tell You?
Molest You?
No Need To I'm You
"?"-Run To The Edge Of Your World, And Come Back Again.
Have You Learned Nothing?
Your Spirit, Your Mind
Two? The Same
To Heal? To Destroy?
To Heal Your Spirit
To Heal Your Mind
Or To Destroy All Around You
What Have You Learned
Nothing, You Have Learned Nothing
You Moved Through And Came Back
Move Through, Learn
Push Past, Lead
Know Yourself, Fallow
Keep Going, Strive
Be Persistent, Be
Revel In Yourself
Be True To Yourself
Know All That You Are
Know That You Are Responsible For Every Part
Your Spirit, Your Mind
One; The Same
Run To The Edge Of Your World-
Move Through, Learn
Push Past, Lead
Know Yourself, Fallow
Keep Going, Strive
Be Persistent, Be
Reveal Your Own Path
Be True To Yourself
Know All That You Are
Know That All Paths Shall Come Back And Return Again
The Beginning, The End
One; The Same
Run To The Edge Of You World, Your Experience, And Knowledge
...and Keep Going
hands bound, i am sleeping
not a twitch, ankles wrapped
no light in, not a sound made
just stand me up
tilt the cup
drink it down
fall with me to sleep
these thougts i will keep them
this dream i will dream no longer
this dream i will no longer dream)
just stand me up
against the wall
my knees are week
so tired and beaten,
my will it has faded.
to care anymore is to breath again,
and the tape is to tight
just let me fall
to care at all would be to see again
and the tape is just right
bring me
closer
i cannot hear you
i am bound and motionless
bring me
closer
i cannot feel you
i am bound and motionless
hands bound, i am sleeping
not a twitch, ankles wrapped
no light in, not a sound made
i am bound and motionless
hands bound, i am sleeping
not a twitch, ankles wrapped
This life is an exploration for all
With out inflight repair
would be forced landings
to then have stagnation set in
and perhapse next time around
to begin in places we have already been.
People That Mean Something to Me
Me-Lissa
Ryan (GafBoy)
n'erotic cliche
david
Edgar (Soul Kitchen)
Kerstyn
MyChestCavity
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