

Broken Glass Shell Version 2.0Thinks in the paradoxes of travel Guitar on his back, only looks behind Swings his legs, pressing his foot in gravel Seeking fair ground the hardest thing to find Singing and spewing the lyrical blood Thick through a skimpy audience of ten Fluxing feet tangled in the highway flood Can't stand to see the same crossroads again But never pacifies his restless palms Even in a fragile wave’s collision He will take a stage dive until he bombs To trickle out of drowning submission Another broken glass shell until death On each note cracks at the seams of his breathBroken Glass Shell Version 2.0
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"Men? Ve are a voman. Vun voman! Are you blind, stupid manchild?"
aha. that was rlly tempting xD
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"When bad people die, they go to Hell.
When good people die, they go to Gerard Way"
-me :]
GUUHH...
LE GASP!
Sorry, couldn't help it...
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Hoping to be part of #imaginaryfs!
=the-speedpaint-tard x =irinthony <3
thanks a lot for the favourite!
I really appreciate...
ciao from firenze, italy!
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who else, other than --
~DottorDestino
admin of ~florentia
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I like my coffee
XD sorry
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I'm a twisted sister, but sweet I remain
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