| My character...new colours....Again... |
Stylish killer

Oblivion Red..The walls grew diseased again.Oblivion Red..
And he pounded heavily in the ears like a good itchy aching blood vessel near explosion in the temple.
Teeth bared for the honor of being the only audience, eyes plaguing, planted, and determined to stay put on the quivering frame.
Though faltering to the burning want of warm skin against nervous flesh, a tender millisecond of soul arc bent me as he spoke of water, waking and wolves.
The copper rings of the irises match and blow holes through time and space like so many gunship cannons.
And it feels like cool silk.
He memorizes each molecule of sweat before deigning to s
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WHO FANGIRL.
WE NEED TO BE FRIENDS AND FANGIRL TOGETHER.
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"During the Pyromania: Rock 'til you Drop Tour, Rick Allen used to moon the audience during the curtain call."
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~We are the Mods, we are the Mods, we are, we are, we are the Mods~
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"During the Pyromania: Rock 'til you Drop Tour, Rick Allen used to moon the audience during the curtain call."
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~We are the Mods, we are the Mods, we are, we are, we are the Mods~
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Man soll den Arsch nicht höher hängen als man scheißen kann!! Ohne Scheiß^^
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~We are the Mods, we are the Mods, we are, we are, we are the Mods~
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Man soll den Arsch nicht höher hängen als man scheißen kann!! Ohne Scheiß^^
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Man soll den Arsch nicht höher hängen als man scheißen kann!! Ohne Scheiß^^
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