de gualle my father knew him personally.
Month: February 2017
wow:
i am lucky or am i lucky……bluestar got the dirty rotten rat.
`michigan order the same diosh as texas…..boeing babns thy poet
oh dear work underground …….unfortunetly jumped again by the jessicas:v-1 thingy
doc doc doc…michigan why dam it i was ok…….
tales of the stormplanet by nimrod11
they are really sevn thousand alphabets on earth
all about nimrod.
lets go heal…..
now deuc e that’s a bunga bunga party firts one to chicken hold goes and hides.
there i t goes away again.
billy pull up a chair.
today’s poem:
i love the irony of life
lets go heal with our actions
let love be the guiding light
love rise sies rise let love rise
i believe in something called poetic justice
the day the poets won
heaven means trust
pride mean energy as jezus meant it
nothing to do with haughtiness at all
we’re going all the wrong way again
in case of stragglerews:life is a precious gift
tree,
tree bites
tree future
tree songs.
deqauce man how is protective custody
your mom must be wondering where you disappeared to.take care there’s always a jealous guy!say mon amme e tres bonne