Feel like screaming my lungs out but too bad i am coming home. I miss my prey. She is away for 5 days and not 5 fucking years..
My piercing smells like durian.
My tatt is scaling.
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I realise i have yet to see so much and feel so much. As much as i want to, i am stuck in this small cubicle of mine.. How much more can i take when i can't even handle the thoughts i am having, the perceptions i have cultivated? No man think alike. Who would one truly understand another when you are still you?
2 comments:
YUCKS...
mine piercing smell like cheese! Mmmmmmmmm
mine tattoo need to cover up agian!
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