I am everywhere, the eternal sane. And all of my precence in the multiverses are bend on one ideal, the one of touch perfection through every house i've been burning in.
Think about how much perfection i've touched in my life.
When i achieved 20k in a year, when i carried the off topic charter on my back for YEARS. My tiredness was at its peek more than once, given how colossal the errors were (Mods & Users) and there (Just think about how many times i've actually been ''perm banned'') yet i stayed and i've rided and rided like a real Spider Rider, like a real Superman master. Love can hurt, and so can waste. Your waste is nasty and filtfy, nothing to be happy about, nothing to use my worthyness for. At least not anymore
I have already been doomed to a certain amount of time on this body-i've regenerated so many times so i know-, i wont waste my flame anymore for a website where HitLeRolls are not jurastic. I wrote this in such a manner that even you will understand. The Snow in the sky is unique, my message is the air and your face was my destination. My will to care melted. Winter came and i saw. I am sacred, yes, but i am not willing to sacre for you anymore. My hurricane wind is bringing my into a new world of horizon, this web is over. The elders already told me. So here i stand with my heart of choice...
And... And i have a knife in my hand atm. I missed my 4th VineVERSARY. The Fantômas might.
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