

Label At Your Own RiskI fought to spin the celestial flow Of splendor spoke on words well known Yet could not suffice to fill the clamor Nothing matched with what should matter.Label At Your Own Risk
Then such a delicious thought provoked my mind The words didn't fit because they didn't bind And venomous lips formed into a grin You can't label what can't fit in.


In This LifeIf I don't question The ways of the universe I do not exist.In This Life
| I'm strange, mildly insane, a possible hazard to your health if in the presscence of a knife *mini yay* or rifle, and also kind, polite, and a skittle fanatic. my life sucks and i pride myself on my abnormal love of reading, writing, drawing, and singing. NO you will never hear me sing, my bf has a hard enough time getting me to. I'm usually easily sidetracked and can get entertained by the most ironic of things, and i have a talent for cutting off mid sentence- OOOOO SHINY!!!!!!!!!! *lunge* my shiny fork, grrr XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XX [link] [link] [link] [link] just some my fav songs ^.^ and no it's still my fork, you can't have >.> update: look up this son g cuz i feel lazy. tis AWESOME O.O "Miss Murder"~Afi |
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BryanC
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Well, I'm the kind of man who likes to rome around. I'm never in one place, soon be out of town... They call me the wanderer, they call me the wanderer....
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From the fires to the waves, Many fall into their graves. In the breath of the morning's cry, It's only the heartless that truly die.
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Well, I'm the kind of man who likes to rome around. I'm never in one place, soon be out of town... They call me the wanderer, they call me the wanderer....
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From the fires to the waves, Many fall into their graves. In the breath of the morning's cry, It's only the heartless that truly die.
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I say allmost cause I did live one year in the midwestern US not much ocean to see there lol
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Well, I'm the kind of man who likes to rome around. I'm never in one place, soon be out of town... They call me the wanderer, they call me the wanderer....
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From the fires to the waves, Many fall into their graves. In the breath of the morning's cry, It's only the heartless that truly die.
[link]
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Well, I'm the kind of man who likes to rome around. I'm never in one place, soon be out of town... They call me the wanderer, they call me the wanderer....
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