there's no point to any of this. it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. so I take pleasure in the details. you know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt..troy dyer in reality bites.
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hehehe...
im in so much of deep shite la now bro...
i cant even explain...
I cant be a jerk no more..
b.u.>>> an aries is known for its secretive nature. and you have no idea how deep mine is.
well, lets share la bro....
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