| Nothing to see here, keep moving. <.< >.> |
| Nothing to see here, keep moving. <.< >.> |


La ChansonThe boy walks quickly, though there is no need. He still has much time. The icy sharts of glass in his chest deepen with every step. The pain almost felt good, if it were not for the dull throbbing at the edge of his senses, shaving away at the sharp edges of reality. There is a shroud around him, an invisible, dark shroud, hiding the world from him. To everyone else, he appears cheerful, uneffected by anything. The walk is now over, he sits on the hard plastic. He is insane, he knows it.La Chanson
Do insane people wonder if they're insane? He thinks, fleetingly. He sees the culprit for the unjustice done to him. He is only a few feet awa
Shall I see you in about 20 minutes?
--
My refrigerator is legendary.
<.<
>.>
*headdesk*
Yay for procrastination!
<.<
>.>
--
My refrigerator is legendary.
<.<
>.>
Sorry, I just had too.
*headdesk*
In Soviet Russia, sense makes YOU.
--
My refrigerator is legendary.
Previous Page12345...Next Page