slits cut into your marionette soul. the strings suffocating all youd believed to be real, dangling on outstretched neck legs feebly kicking air as if expecting to catch a foothold in the illusions of grandeur you've created there in your carbonated reality. the children watch through there blind eyes sighing with the effort of any real emotion long since destroyed as they sit in there cages waiting for us to see them. daddy is that u she says......no I answer not anymore....

fucking life

I need some soft smooth love today..can anyone help me?

Morning futards

Happy 4th kids...

just got back after 4 years hit me up

how fucking gay is facebook?

my skulllllll