Ah, I love the ones who wear their soul on their face.
As they dance in the fountains of excess.
Those funny creatures of habit.
I can't wait until they are eaten alive.
(X)_(x)
As they dance in the fountains of excess.
Those funny creatures of habit.
I can't wait until they are eaten alive.
(X)_(x)
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niamh:
Ooooh, new profile piccy. Me likes. *drools a bit*
cerah:
I edited to say why...