As a young child I drempt of buttercups and fucking boys up. Now its just myself that keeps me questioning wealth, life, rights, fights, love, pain and everything I've got to gain. If you want to make life, laughs, art and sometimes crafts cheers! Holler back unless you are in highschool, I don't know you, you make shitty music or you are selling something. Second thouht, don't holler back unless you make super-sweet-funky-intelligent music, you are a long lost or an art collective.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
People that recognize the cloner, art patrons, hip-hop heads, you, psych!, your mother, my husband and our children. Oh, and dogs that can talk.
