This one time, I met Famine, the third Horseman of the Apocalype. He was wicked thin and dressed pretty bangin' and all, but he had this little pencil-thin mustache that totally creeped me out. He was all like, "Hey, stop writing letters to Death," and I was all like, "Why should I?" ('cause I'm hella tough and don't take shit from nobody, no how). Then he was like, "Yo, Death's a busy dude, just chillax with the letters." So I did, 'cause I'm cool like that.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Someone to play pinochle with in my living room. Other people who are fascinated by the Sandbox Tree. Still Death.
My Blog
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town(with up so floating many bells down)spring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn't he danced his did.Women and men(both little and small)cared for anyone not at allthe... Posted by on Mon, 18 Jul 2005 20:32:00 GMT
