The Idea was erased not but 5 minutes ago. When I thought everything was wrong, when I convinced myself I would never get along. These people arround me were never put forth to make me feel ill. They are here for reasons of their own. Jumping round hurdles to find these majestik gardens of thoughts. Going in circles to find vast amounts of ideas outlined in chalk. The death of something represents the birth of another while we are forever railed in to the murderous train of personal growth.
airft:
Pobablemente vaya a la plaza este sabado, un rato al chez y luego al porkys ... pero no es muy seguro, recuerdo q me dijiste de tu chamarra con lo colores rastas hahaha
kryziz:
gracias y deberias ir algun dia esta padre, si me gustaron mucho las vegas