In my own words All of us are travelers lost our tickets arranged at a cost unknown but beyond our means. This odd itinerary of scenes - enigmatic, strange, unreal - leaves us unsure how to feel. No post-mortem journey is rife with more mystery than life. ° The Book of Counted Sorrows - Dean Koontz..
WELL DOD YOU LIKE THE EXERT COZ I LIKE IT WELL ABOUT ME IM GAY I LIVE IN ABERDEEN IM CURENTLAY SINGLE I GO OUT AT THE WEEKEND WITH MY MAIGHTS AND GET OBERLAY DRUNK OFF MA T.I.T.T.S BUTS SWHUTS RONG WITH THAT I HAVE A MAGER TENDANSEY 2 LET MY SELF RUNAWAY WITH MY THOTS AND PEOPLE DONT KNOW WHUT THE POO IN GOING ON ABOUT IM VERRY SELFCONCHAS I CANT SPELL WHUT ELS IS THER 2 TELL RELLY IF YOU EVER GET 2 KNOW ME THEN YOU WILL LIKE ME BUT IF NOT THEN SOD YA
sorry for the change again but people are b i c h i n g at me
In A Perfect World... life would be easy and u wouldnot have 2 work
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