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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I was lonely that day...where the fuck were u....
p/s : that sounds very gay..btw, any eggs where hot kuchi mamas come out from. I need to satify my sexual needs...
pukul berapa datok harimauuuuu....
evil intention of putting up the clock found its way to mr khai's..mm..whatever u may call it.. hihi...
azalea dz>>>time by raymond weil is .....
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