Saturday, May 22, 2010. It is strange how so much of life can pass you by. With no memories or emotion to give them meaning. They stretch out into space in one continuous motion. With no start or end or interlude; with no life or death. The hands of the clock go around and around. The light of the sun on my face gives way to darkness. In the darkness I cease to exist until the light reminds once again that nothing has changed. My limbs take on different shapes in the light.

T ღ η i α. Ne soit pas Spectateurs de la vie Des autres Mais Plutot acteur de Ta propre Vie. Ferme Les Yeux Juste Une seconde Voit La misere Du Monde Et Ta Place Dans tous Ca.

I got no pickup lines. I stay on the grind. I tell the hoes all the time. Bitch get in my car. Abonne-toi à mon blog! 2 0 Y E A R S .