I got bored.. and there hasn't been an update on this in forever.
"So Tell Rupert... Boogitty Boogitty Boo... He'll Know What It Means".
ahh yeah....


Slow Walking...And so life with my funny little walking talking doll began Right out of the box he was my friend.Slow Walking...
He never judged me. Never Ignored me. And not once did it occur to him that I was weird
because lets face it...
He Was The Weirdest Of All.
He wanted to do everything I wanted to do. and we danced behind the tracks while waiting for that Morning Glow We hung our heads out towards the wind until water poured from our eyes
We Even Jumped In The Morning Dew (I Always Wanted To Do That)
It was all so Amazing ! I was almost nervous to start asking fo


She played...By night, she played on her saxophone. She played a sad melody, Everyone in the town knew her well. They loved the song and they loved her.She played...
Nobody never knew her name And nobody had ever known it. She never left her house. Only her song, it echoed through the streets.
But one night, she didn´t play. At the very next day, they found her, her face Turned to the ground, in the sunrise She never played again, her song was dead.
She was the beautiful voice of the night, She brought luck to the sad ones, She brought love to the lucky ones,
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Preventing trench digging due to knuckle-dragging tendencies, since 1990.
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Moments gone..
But Memories stay ♥٠·˙
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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