

AmnesialgiaGems of treelight in a copper chest Glisten, glowing, emanate an eerie mist. An army of trees, all clad in moss March to sentience, wreaking havoc The clouds aflame meander south Through the gates of hell elysia Tearing through the autumn sky Murdering the past nostalgiaAmnesialgia
Fall from grace When there is no religion Stand in place forever... Amnesia my darling
A choking moon lightens up the sky An ashen storm drifts across the leaves and the soil Is screaming out in agony The bare feet trodding through the mud The swords unsheathed,

How are you?
Well...I'm fine....you asked awhile ago...
--
>___<....
I OWN BOONDOCK SAINTS... lol
--
Look at the cheese... Massage the cheese... Serve the cheese... Make love with the cheese... but never, ever, EVER, cut the cheese... It prefers to be eaten whole. Wouldn't you?
--
ˇViolaré tu ano con más pez que un mil dioses hambrientos!
--
Give yourself over to absolute pleasure...
--
Me pencil eats me alive every night.
--
Kreeklesquiff. Plork Bleef Cat. Und plah.
glad u like it!
--
"ART is a lie which leads you to the truth"
*indonesia~soerabaja~canada-club~Singaporeans
Previous Page12345...Next Page