Saturday, February 16, 2008

Scabies Or Something Else

another brick in each
attempt another defeat. puke on every street corner over infinite hope this winter is for those who est'aquĆ­ inside. serves not try anything, fever, boils my brain every time. me chills the soul and I get mad retuercen.la reinvade beating in my brain and my skeleton begins to run. disgusting fool again here. is not easy to leave, but the only way not to be inside.