To the complainers of anything, |
to the complainers that have nothing (on their own accord),the only product of themselves is some mixed chromosomes from a pathetic past,plz stfu.
Posted by on Fri, 16 Oct 2009 15:02:00 GMT |
A poem by a true friend, |
VeanneTo my precious, genius little mindI remember you when you were so small And in some ways, your growth has surpassed my ownI remember you in every different stage However vaguely or i...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Jun 2009 15:39:00 GMT |
