not much to say about me, i'm a kid in a room full of walls, and a door, some windows, closets perhaps, carpet, posters, made of paper, lots of paper on walls, which comes from a tree, someone chopped down a tree to put some posters in my room, they processed it through a poster paper factory to bring me paper to put on my wall, but sometimes i think that if I walked down the road, things wouldent be the same as they used to become once I gave away two pounds of chocolate to school boys that eat lunch outside the strip club on tuesdays of last seasons mondays bash of old people on top of garbage cans inside a gas station that fills babies full of pythagorean formulas of the principle of the high school down the carpool from twenty to thirty seventeenth street of boobs
PS: megan, i loves yes
