yeah...I live there. Drops of wisdom drip with sarcasm, Dude. ya got something pretty to say...say it...ya gotta be cynical...stay outta Neverland...Sheesh!!!!!!
I always wore long sleeved shirts to hide the cuts...which btw were never on my wrist...but only on my upper arms where ya know the muscles are and stuff.
I just cut myself to feel. It is a strange thing...but I never question...at the end of the sandy road...i like the color of my blood drippin; to the sugar sand. i love myself but still cut with broken blades.
I know when Wikked wakes up...she will reply with concern...turns face away...sobs a bit...then crows!!!!!!!Does backflip and plans on sharpening wooden sword....
Go Google...it's just out...Wendy Gull is in Tink is out...Hook is lurkin' and all our dreams are troubled...Who is Pan w/o his Fairy...worse by far than losing a shadow...I despair!!!!!!!
The scent of a woman is seductive and attractive...who was the bright bulb that thought of masking that smell...yeah that's the word...smell...don't need pretty...just scent...i want roses, i'll go buy some...iwant heat scent of a lovin' woman...PRICELESS.
Ii cut myself. Just so far down and wantin' to see if i could bleed would it make it better or real...hard to say it harder to believe, but i thought if I could bleed, then I would be real in a sense.
Well yeah as well as music goes the Beatles...but as regards decadent lifestyles in the Caribbean and stuff STONES...Go Keef ya jet skiing palm treeing Phool.
RE: The Secret Life of the Manic Depressive
HIYA and stuff